So he broke a mirrored wall – he threw a chair through it – and for the first time in years, the sky looked in. It was a full-moon night and the full moon peeped within. A fresh world, a new world, alive… He came into contact with it.
He jumped out of his hellhole, out of the prison. Now he was not dead, not dull, not on the point of death. He started dancing, he started celebrating. He forgot his face completely. And it is said that he never looked in a mirror again.
This is what is happening to each one of us. It is not an anecdote about some unknown emperor. It is about you. You live in a mirrored house.
When you look at your wife’s face it is not her real face that you see. It is a projection: it is your own face reflected in your wife’s face. When you look at a flower, it is not the flower you are looking at. It is your own mental flower projected onto the real flower that you are looking at.
Everywhere, you move with your own mirrors, your own images. And then, of course, you are bored, you are fed up with the whole thing, and you say “Life is misery.” You say “There seems to be no meaning to it.” You say “It would be better to commit suicide. There seems to be no purpose to life. I’m going nowhere, moving around and around in a circle. It leads nowhere. Every day is the same, the same repetition.” But it is not because of existence, it is because of you.
Throw out those mirrors, break those mirrors! Come out of your palace, come out of your imprisonment, and look at the world, not through thoughts, not through moods. Look at the world with a naked eye, listen to it with a naked ear. Don’t allow any mental state to come between you and the world.
This is what I call meditation: looking at the world without the mind. Then everything is new, fresh. Everything is alive, eternally alive; everything is divine. But to come to this point you will have to make deep contact, a deep penetration into your own heart, because there, life’s juice is awaiting you. You may call it an elixir. It is awaiting you.
This sutra says:
Listen to the song of life.
Look for it and listen to it first in your own heart. At first you may say: “It is not there; when I search I find only discord.” Look deeper. If again you are disappointed, pause and look deeper again. There is a natural melody, an obscure fount in every human heart. It may be hidden over and utterly concealed and silenced – but it is there.
When one tries to enter within for the first time, one encounters noise: crowds of thoughts, madness – everything but silence. But don’t be disheartened. Be indifferent to all the noise that you encounter within.