Chapter 6: Man Is in a Hurry
You said that Patanjali is the perfect combination of poetry, mysticism, and logic. Don’t you also have this perfect balance?
No. I am just the opposite of Patanjali. Patanjali has a perfect combination of poetry, mysticism, and logic. I am just a neti, neti: neither this nor that. I don’t have a perfect balance of poetry, mysticism, and logic. In fact, I have neither balance nor imbalance, because a perfectly balanced man also has imbalance just by the side - because balance can exist only when imbalance exists. Harmony can exist only when there is discord just by the side. I am just like a vast emptiness - no harmony, no discord, no balance, no imbalance, no perfection, no imperfection - just an emptiness. If you come into me you will not find me there at all. I myself have not found, so how can you find it?
A thief entered the house of a Sufi mystic, Bayazid. The night was dark and Bayazid’s house was absolutely in darkness, because he was so poor he couldn’t afford even a single candle. And then there was no need also, because he never did anything in the night, he simply slept. When the thief entered. And there was no difficulty, because the doors were always open - the thief entered. Bayazid, feeling the presence of someone asked, “Friend, what are you seeking here?”
Just by the nearness of a master like Bayazid even the thief could not lie - the very presence was such: he felt the love. When Bayazid asked, “Friend, what are you seeking here?” the man said, “I am sorry to say, but I must say - and I cannot lie to you - that I am a thief and I have come to find something.”
Bayazid said, “The effort is useless, because I have been living in this house for thirty years and I have not found anything. But if you can find anything, just let me know.”
If you come into me, you will not find me there at all, because I myself have been living in this house for many, many years and I have not found anybody there. That is my finding, that is what I have found: that there is nobody inside. The inside being is a nonbeing. The deeper you go, the less you will find anything like the self. And when you reach to the deepest core of it, it is just emptiness, pure emptiness, just a vast sky of nothingness. So how can balance exist there, and how can imbalance exist there?