All forms are its forms. Upside down it is it, right side up it is it. From the human viewpoint trees are upside down…. A few days ago I was reading a book on plant life. I was surprised, but it seemed to be right. This scientist had written that the heads of trees are buried in the ground. Because the trees take their food from the ground, their mouths are in the earth. They eat and drink water from the earth, so their mouths are in the earth. And their feet are in the sky – they are doing headstands. They seem to be very ancient yogis.

The scientist is attempting to prove that we can slowly understand the whole evolution of man on this basis. Then there are earthworms, there are fish – they are level. They are horizontal, parallel to the earth. Their tails and mouths make a straight horizontal line. They have evolved somewhat beyond trees. Then there are dogs, cats, lions, cheetahs – their heads are a little raised. There is a little change from the horizontal, the head is raised a little; the angle has changed. Then there are monkeys – they can sit. They more or less make a ninety-degree angle with the earth, but they cannot stand. They are sitting men; trees are men doing headstands. Then there is man: he stands up straight, he makes a right-angle – completely the reverse of trees. The head is on top, the feet are below.

I loved this idea: all are the play of the one. Sometimes the one is standing upside down, sometimes it is standing right side up, sometimes it is lying down; sometimes sleeping, sometimes awake. Sometimes it is lost in misery, sometimes lost in happiness. Some-times it is in turmoil, sometimes at peace – but the waves are all of the one.

Just as waves, foam and bubbles are not other than water…in the same way there is nothing separate from the soul. All are one inseparable whole.

See it, don’t just listen! It is a question of changing the gestalt. It can be seen in one glance. It can be so in a single glimpse. If you look deeply you will find that everything slowly merges into one and disappears. A vast ocean is putting forth waves. This experience will not last long, because for it to last your capacity needs to be developed. But if it can be seen even for a moment that this vastness is putting forth waves, and we are all his waves; that one sun is radiating, and we are all its rays; that one music is sounding here, and we are all its notes – then transformation happens. Gradually that experience of one moment will permeate your being forever.

You can catch hold of it if you want, or you can miss it. Janak caught hold of it.

I woke up in the night.
It seemed I suddenly heard the whisperings of the deep stillness
coming from behind the curtain of darkness –
as a soft, mysteriously melodious, ultimate song.
And that song said to me:
Invincible one! Oh, haven’t you woken up yet?
And this light, from an unbound source, floods.
Oh, unfortunate one,
how many times has your cup been filled
and, unnoticed, been tipped over and emptied.