Good, this is what I mean by being unmiserly.
Mind is always miserly, is always a cheat. It cannot be otherwise. Mind always tries to limit, to stop, because it is possible to control the limited. One should give totally in everything, then one can know the is-ness of life. It is the very spirit of living…not great nor holy, not the “other” chaining the “other.”
I have been leading a revolution; not of gradual-ness – so once in a while be fearless. And remember, with me there is no danger. I have nothing to lose, I have lost everything. I have nothing more to lose because now I have only that which cannot be lost – ever.
The Upanishads sing, “Take us beyond the deathless….” Who can do it for you? It is futile. Only you yourself can go; nobody can take you, only you. The Upanishads go on, but it is only beautiful words. Words are words; howsoever beautiful, they are empty, they can never contain the poetry, they never contain the essence.
take us from untruth to truth….”
But how can anybody take you from the untruth? You are clinging to it. Nobody is holding you to it, you are clinging; it is in your hatred, your anger, your jealousy, your miserliness. Who can take you beyond it except your understanding of it? I emphasize, only understanding is the way. It is not a road ready-made for you. You have to make it. You have to make it, and you have to make it by living it. There is no other method.
You have never been in this is-ness before. This is rare.
The Himalayas are full of snow, pure whiteness, pure innocence, purity. That’s what the word snow-white represents; that is my color. Orange is the color of my disciples, the color of sunrise. My color is white, and can only be white, because white contains all the other colors. It is all; it is one.
You have to listen to me, absolutely. It is a one-way affair: I say, and you listen…I order you. There is no other way. When I am working on your soul, do not disturb me.
Look: I am a poor man, the poorest, but also the richest poor man, if such a thing is possible. I have everything that no king on earth has. Napoleon and Alexander must be jealous…they must be.
So listen and don’t try to say anything to me, because whatever you say is bullshit! As far as I am concerned I simply want to be myself. One day what I am saying here, in the privacy of your Noah’s Ark, will have to be declared, but wait.
All that is great comes from here.
All that has splendor comes from here.