Only the entry of the new can transform you, there is no other way of transformation. But remember, it has nothing to do with you and your efforts. But to do nothing is not to cease to act; it is to act without will or direction or impulse from your past. The search for the new cannot be an ordinary search, because it is for the new. How can you search for it? You don’t know it, you have never met it. The search for the new is going to be just an open exploration. One knows not. One has to start in a state of not-knowing, and one has to move innocently like a child, thrilled with the possibilities – and infinite are the possibilities.
You cannot do anything to create the new, because whatsoever you do will be of the old, will be from the past. But that does not mean that you have to cease to act; it is to act without will or direction or impulse from your past. Act without any will or direction or impulse from the past – and that is to act meditatively. Act spontaneously. Let the moment be decisive.
You don’t impose your decision, because the decision will be from the past and it will destroy the new. You just act in the moment like a child. Utterly abandon yourself to the moment – and you will find every day new openings, new light, new insight. And those new insights will go on changing you. One day, suddenly you will see you are each moment new. The old no more lingers, the old no more hangs around you like a cloud. You are like a dewdrop, fresh and young.
Remember, a buddha lives moment to moment. It is as if a wave rises in the ocean, a majestic wave. With great joy and dance it comes up, with hope and dreams, to touch the stars. Then the play for the moment, and then the wave disappears. It will come again, it will have another day. It will again dance and again it will be gone. So is the divine…comes, disappears, comes again, disappears. So is a buddha-consciousness. Each moment it comes, acts, responds, and is gone. Again it comes and is gone. It is atomic.
Between two moments there is a gap; in that gap buddha disappears. I say a word to you, then I disappear. Then I say another word and I am there, and I disappear again. I respond to you and then I am no more. Then the response is again there and I am no more. Those intervals, those emptinesses keep one utterly fresh, because only death can keep you absolutely alive.
You die once, after seventy years. Naturally you accumulate seventy years’ garbage. A buddha dies every moment – no garbage is accumulated, nothing is accumulated, nothing is ever possessed. That’s why Buddha said the other day that to possess marks is to be a fraud, because possession is of the past. Not to possess marks is to be a buddha.
Just think of it – each moment arising, just like a breath. You breathe in, you breathe out. You breathe in again, you breathe out again. Each breath coming in is life and each breath going out is death. You are born with each incoming breath, you die with each outgoing breath. Let each moment be a birth and a death. Then you will be new.