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Chapter 1: Remembering the Divine

The enlightened mystic is a human being who has become what he was destined to become. He is no longer a seed, now he is a flower: a lotus with its thousand petals blossoming, blissful like a flower. What is the bliss of a flower? Now there is nothing left to become, there is no place left to go. The journey is over, the full stop has come. Now there is the possibility of being at peace - because when there is somewhere to go you are always restless, when there is something to be done, you must plan. As long as you have to become something, success and failure will be following you. Who knows whether you will succeed or not? Doubts and misapprehensions will surround you.a thousand things. The mind will remain wavering, the mind will not be stable. “Which path should I choose? How to avoid a mistake? The path I choose may turn out not to be a path at all. Will the path I am choosing be in harmony with my ultimate destiny or not?” So doubt lives and burns inside us, filling us with despair.

And naturally there are the pains of the journey, the obstacles on the path. The biggest obstacle will be that the seed is not confident that it can become a flower. How can it be? It has never been a flower before. How can one have trust in what one has never been? “Other seeds have become flowers, but this does not prove that I will also become one. The other seeds were other seeds; they may have been different. This seed that I am may be just a pebble, it may not have anything inside it.”

There is no way a seed can be confident about its future. Confidence comes only from experience. So a thousand doubts and misapprehensions surround it: Do I have a future? Does the direction in which I am heading exist? Is the idea of what I want to be simply a trick of my mind? Am I just dreaming? Am I creating some new kind of deception, some new illusion? All these things cause pain; they prick us like thorns.

The bliss of the flower is that it doesn’t have to go anywhere; the future has ended for it. And when the future ends, the connection with the past also breaks. When nothing more has to happen, who needs to remember the past? We remember the past because something is about to happen, because our past experience might be useful. We gather from our past experiences for the journey ahead: they might be useful. When there is nowhere to go, when there is nothing left to become, when the future has come to an end, in that same moment we are free from the past. Now there is no need to carry the burden of memory. The test is over. Now there are no more trials.

So there is nothing to remember and no web of imagination to weave. The energy that was scattered into the past and the future is now concentrated into the tiny moment of the present. There is supreme bliss in this intensity and a sharp focus. It is in such a moment that sat-chit-anand - truth, consciousness and bliss - or what the devotees call God and the wise call truth or liberation, happens.

An enlightened consciousness means the flower of a person’s life has blossomed. And when that flower blossoms its fragrance is bound to spread; when the flower blossoms there will be a celebration. All the enlightened mystics have expressed their celebration in poetry. Some did not write poetry as such, but there is a poetry in their speech. Even when they didn’t compose poems or write verses, even if they only spoke in prose, their prose is still full of poetry. Buddha never composed any songs, but it makes no difference. Each and every one of his words is full of juice. Every word is imbued with juiciness, every word is extraordinarily poetic, every word is a burning lamp.

Before we turn to these songs of Daya’s, we need to keep certain things in mind.

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