Once these two secrets are fulfilled, there is no more to discipleship. One has arrived home. You have fulfilled half the journey by saying, “I give up.” Now please don’t forget it.
The mind tends to forget. The mind is very much attached to its old patterns. It goes on again and again slipping and falling back. It is easier to fall back because it is downhill. It is difficult to remain with the understanding that happens once in a while because it is an uphill task.
It is one thing to see the sun, it is another thing to remain filled with its light twenty-four hours a day. Yes, there are moments when windows open and everything is clear and transparent, but those moments will be gone. Soon they will be only memories, just dry flowers with no perfume, just ruins of something. And slowly, slowly as the experience recedes into your memory, you start being doubtful about whether it ever happened or you just imagined it. Was it really so? And once that suspicion, that doubt, arises, you have lost contact with something great, something of the unknown; you have lost track of it.
This is a great moment, the moment of giving up. It means no more expectations from now on. And when there is no expectation there is no possibility of frustration. Expectation is the mother of all frustrations; expectation gone, frustration disappears. And when there is no frustration in your life, life really becomes a bed of roses. Then existence is a constant blessing; it goes on raining its grace, its beauty on you.
I am here only to be a medium, just like a window. Don’t be attached to the frame of the window; look at the sky that the window makes available. The stars and the sun and the moon don’t belong to the window. What I am giving to you does not belong to me; there is no one inside to whom they can belong. I possess nothing, but that nothing is the greatest possession in the world, because when you are nothing, a nobody, you are godliness. When you are nobody, for the first time the whole can flow through you.
What I do here with my disciples is not my doing; I simply allow something to happen. I don’t know what is going to happen, I don’t know what I am going to say, I don’t know what is going on – why you are here, why I am here. But something mysterious is happening. I am here, you are here, and between the master and the disciple something transpires which belongs neither to the disciple nor to the master.
It is a mad, mad game in which a third party is involved which is invisible. Yes, I call this disciple–master game a mad game – M stands for master, A for and, D for disciple!
The second question:
Love is a secret. Why?