Chapter 6: Session 6
All that is beautiful comes from here..
I am afraid that even my fingers may not be able to say what I want.
I love to be on these peaks. I love the heights. This beauty, this is sundaram. This is something that I can only explain to my lovers. It is beautiful. This is not a story, it is not a novel, it is reality. My tear is a proof. Truth has to be proved by one’s tears, by one’s existence, by one’s way of living.
A scientist cannot be generous. He has to take care, he has to be the calculator, the cautious.but again his left side is taking over. Ashu is winning. This is a polar alignment. Devageet, the man, to the right; the woman, Ashu, to the left. This is not accidental. No man can be on the left, only a woman, because only a woman can be on the left; only a woman because only a woman can connect with me from the left side.
Man is just this poor right hand - workable, usable, technical, but otherwise of no use. The right side has no poetry, so man should remain on the right; then he is right. When he tries to be on the left he is wrong.
Don’t be afraid that I am going mad or something - it is impossible. How can a madman go mad again? Impossible! So with me you can be absolutely fearless.
Just like a flower.
the bees are buzzing around it.
That is what happens around me:
The flower opens
and the bees start coming
When I see that you are going mad I will stop. Till then let the flower grow and the birds sing. I am a little crazy. Everyone knows it, so no need to worry.
Ahhhh the flowers.
the birds.the bees.
I love it all.
Nothing can harm me,
not even death.
Now, now.it is immense!
The very grandeur of it.
the grace of it.
I am afraid to say so..