And you are worried: “If it bloomed in the wrong terrain…” There is no wrong terrain anywhere. In fact, if a rose can blossom in a desert that will be the most beautiful terrain – that will be an exceptional rose. If it can blossom among rocks then that rose must be a buddha, not less than that; a Christ, not less than that. Ordinary flowers blossom in the right terrain, in the garden, but extraordinary flowers blossom among the rocks too, in the deserts too. So don’t be worried about the terrain, and don’t be worried that “…it could easily be badly bruised or destroyed.” Everything that is born is going to be destroyed, so before it is destroyed let it have its dance.
And you are asking me: “Is this the time and place to open my heart totally?” Every time and every place is the right place. And because you are here at this moment, let this be the place. Where can you find a better space, with people more beautiful, more accepting, more loving than surround you here in this buddhafield?
You have waited long enough – don’t wait anymore. This is the time. This is the moment. Never trust the next moment –tomorrow never comes. Now or never!
The second question:
Are you a guru? You seem to fit a description I have heard: A guru is one who when invited into your house eats your food, fucks your wife and, as he drives away in your car, you thank him for it.
I am not a guru at all – at least I will not fit your definition. Nobody can invite me; even if the President of America invites me, I am not going! I never go with anybody’s invitation. So rest assured – I am not coming.
And I would not eat your food even if I came – I eat only my food. I eat exactly the same food every day, morning, evening, year in, year out. My kitchen people are getting bored, utterly bored. And they only have to cook it, I have to eat it – it has nothing to do with them! But just cooking it every day…I can understand their austerity. It is really a great task for Vivek, Astha, Pragya, Nirgun, doing the same thing every day, not even a little change.
I cannot eat your food. And as far as your wife is concerned, don’t be worried. When I take my bath, I take my bath with my clothes on so that I do not have to look at the unemployed! Don’t be worried at all – I hate to look at the unemployed!
And what car could you provide for me? I have a Rolls Royce just to go a hundred yards – the latest. But it is the 1980 one and now it is ‘81, so the ‘81 is coming within a week. Just in case it does not work I have a Mercedes Benz. So, with two cars in front of my porch for one hundred yards – what am I going to do with your car? I never sit in anybody else’s car! So, all that can fit with your definition is the last thing: “You thank him for it.” You can thank me.
I am not a real guru, just a phony one! A real guru fits your definition perfectly. Just not to reject you completely, I accept one thing – I accept your thank-you. I can neither accept your wife, nor your food, nor your house, nor your car. But you may feel offended…
Are you a Polack? – because only a Polack can ask such a great question!