To be in the company of a master is the greatest blessing possible, because being in the company of one who is awakened, the possibility opens up for you also to be awakened. One who is awake can make you awake, because awakening is contagious. He can shake you out of your dreams and nightmares. But the fool can live in the company of a master his whole life and miss. How does he miss? Because with the master also he is connected through the head – that is his way of missing the master.
Now, there are a few people here who are missing and who will go on missing if they remain head-oriented. This is not a place to live in the head. Be headless! A true sannyasin will be headless. He will be heartful, because it is only through the heart that I can penetrate into you. It is only through the heart that there is any possibility of communion. Otherwise, you will listen to my words and you will collect my words, and you will become parrots and you will repeat my words – and that is all futile…unless you taste, unless you drink out of me.
The tongue tastes the soup. Please don’t be spoons, be tongues. When you are around a buddha, don’t be spoons, be tongues – be alive, be sensitive, be heartful, be loving, be trusting.
The tongue tastes the soup.
If you are awake in the presence of a master
one moment will show you the way.
A single moment is enough! It is not a question of being with a master for a long time; time does not enter into it. It is not a question of quantity, of how long you have lived with the master. The question is how deep you have loved the master, not how long you lived with the master – how intensely, passionately you have become involved with the master…not the length of time, but the depth of your feeling. Then a single moment of awareness, of heart wakefulness, a single moment of silence…and the transmission, the transmission beyond all scriptures.
The fool is his own enemy.
The mischief he does is his undoing.
How bitterly he suffers!
The fool is his own enemy, says Buddha. Why? – because it is simply of his own accord that he goes on missing all that is significant in existence. Nobody is barring the way. The poetry of life is available to all. The fool remains deaf, he keeps his ears closed. Life is full of light, but the fool keeps his eyes closed. Life is continuously showering divine joy, flowers go on showering, but the fool remains completely oblivious. Even if sometimes in spite of himself he comes across a flower, he does not believe in it. He says, “I must be deceived.”