Chapter 2: Become a Flame
You can know much about love without knowing love at all. You can go to the libraries and you can consult the encyclopedias and you can collect all knowledge possible about love - but if love has not happened to you, if that fire has not happened to you, you will not know what love is. You can collect all the stories about love - Laila and Majnu, Shiri and Farhad - you can collect stories about all the lovers of the world; that too won’t help. Love has to happen to you; you have to fall into love. You have to take the risk, you have to gamble - only then will you know.
You say, “I wish I could know more about God.” So, first thing: knowing more will not be of much help. That’s how a person becomes a pundit, a scholar-knowledge. I am not here to help you become more knowledgeable; you already have too much knowledge. I am here to destroy your knowledge, to take it away from you. You have to learn how to unlearn.
And then you say, “I wish.” Wish is a very, very weak thing. Just by wishing, nobody can move towards God. More urgency, more deep desire is needed.desire which becomes a flame in you. Hunger is needed; wishing won’t help. Thirst is needed.as if you are lost in the Sahara desert, and for miles all around just sand and sand and the burning sun, and not a drop of water with you and you cannot see any greenery anywhere, and you are thirsty, and your whole being is at stake - any moment you can die - and the thirst goes on and on and you become a flame.in that thirst, God is possible.
Become thirsty. Wishing is not enough; wishing is too weak. I have heard.
A hungry-looking tramp stopped at a farmhouse and asked for some food. The housewife brought him some and he sat on the back step enjoying all she had set before him.
As he sat there, a little red hen dashed by, being chased by a rooster. The tramp threw the rooster a piece of his bread. It stopped dead in its tracks and greedily swallowed the bread whole.
“Gee!” said the tramp. “I hope I’ll never be that hungry.”
You have to be tremendously hungry. It is not just a curiosity. God cannot be an object of your wish. God is not a wish-fulfillment, God is not your dream. God has to go like a flame into your guts. When you start feeling that nothing else matters, when God is the first priority and you are ready to sacrifice everything. When God becomes such an absorbing, urgent desire that even life is not meaningful any more without God-only then. And then there is no need for anybody to help you, your desire will do the work.
In that urgent thirst, in that intensity, all that is darkness in you disappears. In that flame, all that is useless burns down. You come out as pure gold.
God is your reality as much as it is my reality. God is as much your reality as it was Jesus Christ’s or Gautam Buddha’s. The difference is, you have not yet been able to sort out the chaff from the wheat; the wheat is in you, but too much chaff is there. In a tremendous desire to know, to be, the chaff burns down - and there is no other way.