No, Rama’s name – the eternal truth – is the truth throughout life. And every hour, each moment, man is on the funeral pyre. Any moment your journey toward the crematorium can begin.
There is a saying: “Ask not for whom the bell tolls.” When someone dies, the church bells toll to inform the whole village. So, the saying is: “Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee” – no matter who has died. It is always your own funeral procession even though you yourself may be attending at the graveside. The corpse burning on the funeral pyre is always your corpse, even if you yourself have set it alight.
The greatest dilemma of life is that we have taken that which is forever changing to be the reality and have completely forgotten about that which is unchanging.
I am the same. There is simply no way to be anything other than what we are. Even if one wants to, one cannot be anything other than what one is. For your whole life you are trying to become something. All your ambitions, all your hurrying and scurrying is only so you can somehow be something else. And what is the misfortune of life? – that no one ever succeeds in becoming something else. And the biggest surprise is that you have always been that which you are, you always were: no matter how much you have run around, how fast you have raced, you still remained the same. But even up until the last moment of their lives people don’t realize this.
The day that you become aware that “I don’t have to become anything, I only have to discover that which I already am,” on that day the moment of revolution has arrived in your life; the moment of godliness has arrived in your life. You have arrived at the temple door. Now, you cannot be burned on the funeral pyre; now, your name cannot be changed. Now, centuries will come and go, stars will rise and fall, but your being has touched that spot where all is unmoving, all is calm, all is silent; where there is no commotion, no stirring, no wave. This unstirred music is called samadhi, the attainment of self-realization. To become this void is to become the truth.
People come to me to become something. And my difficulty is that I want to demolish them so that they remain only that which they really are – that is the gift of the existence. And all that we build for ourselves are children’s castles made of sand – a tiny gust of wind and they will all collapse – or lines drawn on water which begin to disappear even before they are drawn. But you go on building these sand castles; you don’t even look back to see that all that you build disappears, is lost.