The song continues:
One should not give or take, but remain natural,
for Mahamudra is beyond all acceptance and rejection.
Since alaya is not born, no one can obstruct or soil it.
Staying in the unborn realm, all appearance will dissolve
into dharmata, and self-will and pride will vanish into naught.
The ordinary mind wants to take more and more from the world, from everywhere, from every direction and dimension. The ordinary mind is a great taker, it is a beggar, and the begging is such that it cannot be satisfied; it is infinite. The more you get, the more the longing arises; the more you have, the more you desire. It becomes an obsessive hunger. There exists no need for it in your being, but you are obsessed, and you become more and more miserable because nothing satisfies. Nothing can satisfy the mind, which is constantly asking for more. The “more” is feverish, it is not healthy, and there is no end to it.
The ordinary mind goes on eating, in a metaphorical sense, not only things but persons also. The husband would like to possess the wife so deeply and so absolutely that it is a sort of eating her; he would like to eat and digest her so she becomes part of him. The ordinary mind is cannibalistic. The wife wants the same: to absorb the husband so totally that nothing is left behind. They kill each other. Friends do the same; parents do the same to children, children to parents. Every relationship of the ordinary mind is of absorbing the other completely. It is a sort of eating.
And then there is the extraordinary mind, just the opposite of the ordinary mind. And because of the ordinary mind, the extraordinary mind has come into existence. Religions teach about it. They say, “Give, share, donate!” All the religions basically teach that you should not take; rather on the contrary, you should give. Charity is preached. It is preached to create an extraordinary mind.
The ordinary mind will always be in misery, because the longing for more cannot be fulfilled; you will find it always depressed, sad. You will find the extraordinary mind the religions have been cultivating, always happy; a certain cheerfulness because it is not asking for more; on the contrary, it goes on giving, but deep down it is still the ordinary mind.
The cheerfulness cannot be of the deepest being, it can only be of the surface. He has totally turned around and become just the reverse of the ordinary. He is standing on his head, he is in a shirshasan, but he remains the same. Now a new desire arises: to give more and more and more. Again there is no end to it. He will be cheerful, but deep down in his cheerfulness you can detect a certain quality of sadness.