I brought myself to your doorstep and then tried to run away, but you would not let me escape. Now, so many beloved friends and fellow travelers have hugged me and spoken of feeling your love for me within themselves, and so many felt you dissolve their questions in mine.
When I let the mind die in tears that arose from the heart of my being, for a moment, even in the sound of the wind dancing in the trees, I heard a great silence.
I feel your deep respect for my true self, and you have helped me to become real again. I am at your feet for these blessings; I give my life to this understanding. I don’t know how to say it – through these tears my questions quiet into pure longing. From here, I don’t know where…Just your blessings to go on. I love you.
There are things which cannot be said but can be heard. There are ways of saying those things other than in words; they reach deeper, their significance is immense. The most important of those are the tears. No prayer has ever risen higher than the tears of man. No love has ever gone deeper than the tears of man. No gratitude has been wider than the tears of man. A small tear contains infinite oceans of significance, meaning, expressions, feelings, emotions, moods, which words are impotent to express.
Your tears have said everything that you wanted to say and perhaps they have said more than you are conscious of. Your tears are not only the expressions of your conscious, they are expressions of your whole being. They have your silences, they have your sadnesses, they have your blissfulness; their magnitude is endless.
So it was perfectly right that when you found yourself expressionless and words failed you, tears came to help you. They are the last resort as far as expressing the inexpressible is concerned. Now you are asking from here to where? It will like look an odd expression in language but the truth is – and I have to say the truth without bothering about the language…listen carefully. My message is: from here to here. Your here has to become your only time, your only life, your only existence. These two words contain my whole philosophy: here and now.
They are not separate in existence. Here represents the space, now represents the time. The mystics have always experienced that they are one, but nobody has listened to the mystics. Perhaps man was not mature enough to understand the depth of their declaration that here and now are one. But modern physics, in the hands of Albert Einstein, has turned almost into mysticism. Nobody has noted the fact, because mystics don’t understand modern physics and the physicists do not care about the mystics.
My concern is both, because I cannot see man as complete and whole unless science and religion are looked upon as one energy, experienced in a different way – science in the objective way and religion in the subjective way – but that which is experienced is one. It is neither matter nor God.
Friedrich Nietzsche has declared, “God is dead.” I declare, matter is also dead. Between God and matter what has remained alive is just energy; and this energy is expressed in its purest forms as consciousness, and in its crudest forms as matter.