It happens that way. It can happen to you here if you just become more and more passive. Tao is the way of the feminine. All other religions are aggressive, all other religions are more male-oriented; Tao is more female. And remember, truth comes only when you are in a feminine state of consciousness – never otherwise. You cannot conquer truth. That is foolish, silly even to think about, that you can conquer truth. The part conquering the whole! The part can only allow, the part can only be in a let-go.
This let-go will happen if you can do one thing: stop clinging to knowledge, stop clinging to philosophies, stop clinging to doctrines, dogmas. Stop clinging to the churches and the organized religion; otherwise you will have false conceptions, and those false conceptions won’t allow the truth to enter you.
A beautiful parable:
All along the farmyard gables the swallows sat a-row, twittering uneasily to one another, telling of many things. but thinking only of summer and the south, for autumn was afoot and the north wind waiting.
And suddenly, one day they were all quite gone. And everyone spoke of the swallows and the south.
“I think I shall go south myself next year,” said a hen.
And the year wore on and the swallows came; the year wore on and they sat again on the gables, and all the poultry discussed the departure of the hen.
And very early one morning, the wind being from the north, the swallows all soared suddenly and felt the wind in their wings; and a strength came upon them, and a strange old knowledge and a more than human faith; and flying high, they left the smoke of our cities.
“I think the wind is about right,” said the hen, and she spread her wings and ran out of the poultry yard. And she ran fluttering out onto the road and some way down it, until she came to a garden.
At evening she came back panting. And in the poultry yard she told the poultry how she had gone south as far as the highroad, and had seen the great world’s traffic going by. And she had come to lands where the potato grew and had seen the stubble upon which men live. And at the end of the road she had found a garden, and there were roses in it beautiful roses and the gardener himself was there.
“How extremely interesting,” the poultry said, and what a really beautiful description!”
And the winter wore away, and the bitter months went by; and the spring of the year appeared, and the swallows came again.
But the poultry would not agree that there was a sea in the south, “You should hear our hen!” they said.
Now the hen has become the knower. She knows what is in the south, and she has not even gone outside the town – just down the road a little bit.
Intellect is a hen…. It cannot go very far. But once the hen knows something, it prevents; it becomes an obstacle.