The master wrote again “meditation.” Of course this time he wrote in bigger letters. The man was feeling a little embarrassed, puzzled, offended, angry. He said, “Again you write meditation? Can’t you be a little clearer for me?”
And the master wrote in very big letters, capital letters, “M E D I T A T I O N.”
The man said, “You seem to be mad.”
The master said, “I have already come down very much. The first answer was the right answer, the second was not so right, the third even more wrong, the fourth has gone very wrong” – because when you write “MEDITATION” with capital letters you have made a god out of it.
That’s why the word God is written with capital G. Whenever you want to make something supreme, ultimate, you write it with a capital letter.
The master said, “I have already committed a sin.” He erased all the words he had written, and said, “Please listen to my first answer – only then I am true.”
Silence is the space in which one awakens, and the noisy mind is the space in which one remains asleep. If your mind continues chattering, you are asleep. Sitting silently, if the mind disappears and you can hear the chattering birds and no mind inside, a silence… This whistle of the bird, the chirping, and no mind functioning in your head, utter silence… Then awareness wells up in you. It does not come from the outside, it arises in you, it grows in you. Otherwise remember: you are asleep.
A husband and wife were asleep. About 3:00 a.m. the wife dreamt of secretly meeting another man. Then she dreamt she saw her husband coming.
In her sleep she shrieked, “Heavens, my husband!”
Her husband, waking suddenly, leapt out of the window.
And remember, it is not a laughing matter; it is the reality, it is how you are living. It is how man exists in his ordinary state.
A wife tries to win back her husband’s love, on the advice of a woman friend, by bringing him his slippers and pipe when he comes home late one night, giving him a tall drink, cuddling up in his lap dressed only in a silk dressing gown, and ending with the murmured offer, “Let’s go upstairs, darling!”
“I might as well,” says her bemused husband, “I’ll get hell when I get home anyway!”