The dance is coming…the dance of Jalaluddin…thirty-six hours dancing continuously shouting “Allah! Allah! Allah!” People first gathered around him, then they left. How long could they stay with him? Thirty-six hours! Even the disciples left. That is condemnable. Then he was alone, but he continued his dance.

That is what I am doing in my aloneness – dancing, singing. Nobody else is there…nobody else can be. Everybody is born alone, remains alone, dies alone….

Om mani padme hum.

Ashu, your tear is just appearing in my left eye like a sunrise. But this time it is appearing on both of my sides, left and right; I am amazed because it always used to appear only on the left.

Aahhh…Om mani padme hum…

the flowers are blooming.

Om mani padme hum.

I cannot wait any longer. I know my bladder is full. I have already waited too long. I am such a rascal that even if something is going against me I will sit up in my grave and say, “Stop! Put it right! Put it exactly as I want it!” With me you cannot have your own way. My way is the only way, as far as being with me is concerned.

Om mani padme hum….