The greatest danger is to reach to the greatest peaks of divineness, and to fall to the greatest depths of hell. Become a traveler between these two, unafraid. By and by you will come to understand that there is a transcendence. By and by you will come to know that you are neither the peak nor the depth, neither the peak nor the valley. By and by you will come to know that you are the watcher, the witness. Something in your mind goes to the peak, something in your mind goes to the valley, but something beyond is always there – just watching, just taking note of it – and that is you. Mind has polarity, you don’t have any polarity – you are a transcendence.
Remember this word transcendence. You are transcendental: you go beyond both the polarities. Both the polarities are in you but you are neither; you tower higher than both. Once you become in tune with this transcendence then you walk, not on the plain ground, but between the valleys and the peaks, remaining so balanced that no plain ground can remain as plain as this.
This is something inner; it has nothing to do with the ground. The ground is very high and low – both heaven and hell are there – but you are somewhere far, far away from both. You simply watch the whole game of it, the whole play of consciousness.
Homesickness will arise; it is part of our security, part of our mediocre life. But there is no home. These are just conveniences, just consolations that we create around us to give us a false feeling of security – because every moment death is coming closer and closer. Every moment the grave is calling, and sooner or later everybody is going to be in the grave. The home is not going to remain a home forever. At the most it is a caravanserai – you stay for the night, an overnight stay, and by the morning you go.
Life is an eternal journey…there is no home. To understand this homelessness is to understand life. To ask for home is to ask for death; to ask for home is to ask for no change; to ask for home is to ask for mediocre comforts – an easy-going life – moving on the plain ground. But where are you moving? Even if you are moving comfortably, the grave is approaching closer every moment, so sooner or later you fall into it. Before you fall into it you have to realize the deathless in you. If that deathlessness is not realized you have missed the whole point of life, you have missed your whole life. One has to start from ABC again.
So there is nothing to be worried about. I am not saying repress those thoughts of homesickness, no. Just take note of them, that they are there. It is natural, don’t be worried about them. I can send you back home. When you have understood the homelessness of life, you can go back – but then there is no home where you can go back to!
The family, the friends, the son, they are all just conveniences, conventions, make-believes – because everybody is a stranger. Your son is a stranger to you. Just by being a son the strangeness is not lost. If you look into his eyes you will find a stranger you have never known before. We are all strangers. Wherever you move, you are moving with strangers – there is no homeland. Wherever you are, you are a foreigner; everybody everywhere is unfamiliar, unknown.