Actually the same experience happens to the master – before being a master he is a mystic – but he is articulate. At the right moment when the flower is blossoming, he opens the windows and the doors and allows the fragrance to reach others. At the very moment when he is full of light, he gathers around himself people who are thirsty. At the right moment he is never alone, he is always surrounded by the seekers.
Every master has a caravan of his own – his own people who have tasted something of his being, who have drunk the wine of his joy, who are no longer related in the ordinary ways of the world…some invisible, mysterious connections are developing. Something is transpiring between the master and the disciple which will finally dissolve the duality of both and there will remain only oneness, a tremendous silence, a profound peace, a great insight.
The master is rare, very rare. The mystic also is rare, but not that very rare.
Many times you may come across a mystic and you will not understand anything about him. Your heart will not beat faster, you will not feel that something superhuman is close by because the mystic is closed. He has a treasure, but between the treasure and you there is a thick wall.
The whole art of mastery is to make windows, doors, and to become a temple. People can enter into the master. He allows people to enter into him. All his effort is somehow to bring you closer – this is only the beginning. And if you come closer to the master and enter into the temple of the master, it becomes very easy for the master to enter your temple. And only when the master and the disciple are capable of entering into each other’s being does the real religion happen. The real religion is not where you think it is. The real religion is only in the master-disciple relationship.
The mystic has it, but he cannot give it, not that he does not want to give it, he does not know how to give it. The master comes to experience that the more he gives, the more he has it – it is a new economics. In the ordinary economics, the more you give the less you have.
A man stopped his beautiful car by the side of a beggar – had to stop, because he could not believe… The face, the body, the posture, the way the beggar was standing was not that of a beggar, it was that of a king. Even the clothes, although now they had faded away, still they carried the old memories; they were not the clothes of a beggar. And he was begging. The man in the car thought, “Bad times…” and he took a one-hundred-rupee note and gave it to the beggar.
The beggar looked at the note and said to the man, “Please think twice.”
The man said, “Why? Why should I think twice? I have enough.”
The beggar said, “Soon you will be standing here where I am standing. I also had enough, but this is the way… What you are doing, I did; I went on giving. One day all that I had disappeared. I still say, think twice.”