This silence is let-go.
You are not creating it.
It is surrounding you.
It is overwhelmingly here.
It is all around you. If it can touch your heart, you have understood more than anybody can elaborate on let-go.
O’Reilly walks into the pub, orders a triple whiskey, swallows it in one gulp, spins around and falls flat, face down on the floor.
“That’s what I like about O’Reilly,” remarks the bartender to the others in the bar. “He always knows when he has had enough.”
Just learn something from Mr. O’Reilly. Existence is not to be understood but to be drunk. It is alcoholic, there is no other drug that makes you more silent, more festive, more in tune with existence. Just one gulp of it…and flat on the ground! What more can be said about it? It happens every day to almost everybody except a few dodos. Just the ground is not much, so people spin in their own places.
But if you want I can allow it one day: Don’t bother who is sitting by your side or in front of you or behind you. Just fall flat! And enjoy let-go.
Niskriya… (Niskriya lets go!) That’s the way, right! Today we will do it in the end, after the prayer.
So a few prayers to prepare you for the final let-go. And let us see how many dodos are there. Once in a while, it is good to check.
On a small iceberg, somewhere near the North Pole, a little bear goes up to his mother and asks, “Mom, what kind of bear am I?”
“You are a polar bear, son,” replies his mother. “Are you sure I am not a brown bear?” he asks. “Quite sure, son,” she replies, “you are a polar bear.”
But the little bear is not satisfied. “Mom,” he says, “maybe I am a grizzly bear?”
“What are you asking these questions for, son?” asks his mother. “You are a polar bear.”
So the little bear walks across the iceberg to his father. “Pop,” he says, “am I a panda bear?”
“No, son,” says the father, “you are a polar bear.”
“Not a koala bear?” asks the baby bear. “No, you are a polar bear,” says his father. “Why are you asking all these questions?”
“Because,” moans the little bear, “I am cold!”