Every moment is ready to open its doors. If you are willing to relax into non-doing, if you are willing to relax into no effort, if you are ready to put the mind aside and just be, you will also explode in a song.
Maneesha has asked:
King of the night.
It seems that Zen monks, poets, and masters were almost as moonstruck as we are – the singing cuckoos and gibbering lunatics who surround you!
Would you please comment?
Maneesha, it is such an existential fact, it needs no comment. It is true. I attract only lunatics, all kinds of crazy people, unfits. Do you hear Sardar Gurudayal Singh? A perfect lunatic! And soon, when we enter into our meditation, you will see: five thousand lunatics can create fifty thousand’s worth of lunacy. Anybody hearing you in your meditation cannot sleep in the night. He has seen the worst thing in life. He will never cross this road again – one never knows, these people may be doing their meditation!
But before we start making the whole world shake with your gibberish…thousands of languages, most of them non-existent, no grammar, and everybody is speaking in somebody else’s language…but such a great joy, such a great freedom to say what has been moving in your head….
And do you see, after that, what a great silence descends on you? Before the silence descends on you, a few laughs for the silent, solitary cuckoo, hiding in the bamboo trees.
A sudden news flash comes over the air. “Pope the Polack was killed in a plane crash this afternoon,” says the announcer.
“Our sources say that the rest of the passengers and crew all survived by parachuting to safety. But evidently the pope decided not to open his parachute, because it was not raining!”
A bunch of old hippies are hanging out and having a pot party. Suddenly there is a loud banging at the door, and a gruff voice says, “Police!”
One hippie looks around frantically and then stuffs his burning reefer into the cuckoo clock. About an hour later, the cuckoo suddenly sticks his head out in a cloud of smoke and says, “Hey man, anybody got the time?”
Two drunks, Dick and Willy, are walking down a country lane. Suddenly, Dick turns to Willy and says,
“Have you shit in your pants?”
“No,” replies Willy.