The man of serenity is not disturbed by anything because he accepts. Sadness comes, he accepts it; joy comes, he accepts it. He has no preference; he has no choice. He lives in a choiceless consciousness. Whatsoever happens, happens, whatsoever is, is, and he is totally open to it. He drinks it, he absorbs it. He has no likes and dislikes, no preferences, no choices. He is not against sadness, he is not against anger, he is not against sex, he is not against love. He is neither against nor for; he is simply serene.
If you choose, immediately you are disturbed. Watch it – whenever you choose you will be disturbed. Choice brings disturbance because choice means alternatives: to be this or to be that, to be or not to be. Choice means you are standing on a crossroad, now which road to follow? If you go to the right, who knows? It may just lead you into a cul-de-sac. Maybe the left was the right choice. Who knows? How to decide? The moment you choose, you become disturbed.
And you always choose against yourself, against a part of yourself. One part says, “Choose this,” another part says, “Choose that.” Now you have to decide, and in that decision you will be divided. The part that was saying “Don’t choose this” has been denied, has been rejected. That rejected, denied part will take revenge. Sooner or later it will say, “Now see what happened, now repent. I had told you beforehand don’t choose this, this was wrong, but you didn’t listen to me.” And the same would have happened if you had chosen the other. The man who chooses remains disturbed.
Serenity means a state of choicelessness. Just like a mirror, it simply reflects, with no choice. An ugly man comes, it reflects. A beautiful man comes, it reflects. It has no choice; there is no question of choice – just reflecting.
Sadness comes, and the man of serenity says, “I am sadness. This moment, this is how I am. This moment, this is my reality.” He does not compare either. “The last moment was better, I was joyous. Now I am sad.” He never compares two moments. He never hankers for something else in the future. Whatsoever is, he is totally relaxed with it. This is serenity – and out of serenity comes real knowing. Knowledge without serenity is an unlit candle(
And what is the point of an unlit candle? There will be no light. That’s how the knowledgeable people are: great knowledge, candles and candles and candles, but all unlit. They stink of wax but no light comes out of them.
Knowledge without serenity
is an unlit candle;
together they are honey-comb(
Together they are beautiful.
Honey without wax is a noble thing…
Even if there is only serenity, it’s better. Without knowledge, serenity is better; it is still a noble thing.
(wax without honey is only fit for burning.