What I myself do not know, and what is only skin deep in me, cannot go much deeper in you either. Only that which has entered the depths of my own heart has the possibility; if you cooperate, it can reach your heart. Even then your cooperation is a must, because if your heart is closed there is no way of thrusting the truth forcefully into it. And it is good that it is so, because if truth can be forced on you it cannot become your freedom, it can only become your slavery. All compulsions become slaveries.
So in this world, everything can be given to you through force; only truth cannot be, because truth can never become slavery. The very nature of truth is freedom. So truth is the only thing in this world which nobody can give you forcefully, which nobody can thrust upon you, which cannot be put upon you from the outside like clothing; for which your willingness, your openness, your receptivity, your invitation, your heart full of gratitude, are the prerequisites. If your heart becomes like the earth before the rainy season when it is thirsty for water and develops wide cracks due to the parching summer heat – as if it has opened up its lips here and there anticipating the rains – then the truth enters you. Otherwise the truth turns back even from your very doorstep. Many times it has turned back, in many, many lifetimes.
You are not new – nothing is new on this earth; you are all very old. You have sat at the feet of Buddha and heard him, you have seen Krishna, you have also been around Jesus, but still you have missed, because your heart was never ready. The rivers of Buddha and Mahavira have flowed past you, but you have remained thirsty.
The day Buddha was about to leave his body, Ananda was weeping and beating his chest in desperation. Buddha asked him, “Why are you weeping? I have been near you for long enough…forty years! And if it has not happened even in forty years, what is the point of weeping now? And why are you feeling so troubled about my death?”
Ananda replied, “I am so distressed because I could not manage to disappear while you were here. Had I disappeared, you would have been able to enter me. For forty years the river was flowing by my side and I have remained thirsty. Now I am weeping be-cause I do not know when and in what lifetime I shall be able to meet this river again.”
You are not new. You have cremated buddhas, you have cremated Mahaviras – Jesus, Krishna and all; you are living after cremating them all. They lost the battle against you. You are very old. You have been here since life is. It has been an infinite journey. Where are we missing? It is just that you are not open, you are closed.
I will say to you only that which I have known. If you can make yourself an opening, you will also know that. And it is not that there is some great difficulty in it. There is only one difficulty, and that is you.