The veena of man’s heart has become very disturbed: the music for which it was created does not arise. How can this music be created? What is the obstacle standing in the way of the creation of this music? What is the obstacle which does not allow it to happen? Have you ever thought about this obstacle? Have you ever considered what it might be?
An actor who was a good dramatist and a good poet died. Many people gathered at the cremation ground for his funeral. The director of the film company in which he had been working was also present, and he said a few words of condolence.
The director said, “I made this man an actor. It was I who took him out of the back roads and put him on the highways. It was I who gave him his first role in the movies. It was I who published his first book. I am the reason he became famous all over the world!”
He had said this much…I was present at that funeral, and some of you may also have been there…the director had said this much when suddenly the corpse which was lying there got up and said, “Excuse me, sir, who is being buried here, you or me? Who are you talking about?”
The director was saying, “I am the one who made him famous, I am the one who published his book, I am the one who gave him his first role in the movies…. I am the one.”
Even the corpse could not tolerate the noise of this I. It got up and said, “Forgive me, but please tell me one thing: who is being buried in this funeral, you or me? Who are you talking about?” Even corpses cannot tolerate the noise of this I – and man continuously goes on making the noise of this I. How can living people tolerate it?
There can be only two possible voices within you – but there is no voice of love within the person who is filled with the voice of I; and there is no voice of I within the person who is filled with the voice of love. The two of them can never be found together, it is impossible. It is as impossible as darkness and light existing together.
Once darkness went to God and said, “The sun keeps chasing after me. He is giving me so much trouble – he follows me from morning until night, and by the evening I am very tired. And when it is night, before I have completed my sleep and my rest, he starts to follow me again. I don’t remember doing anything wrong to him, I don’t think that I have ever made him angry. So why is he following me? Why am I continuously being harassed? What have I done wrong?”
Then God called the sun and asked, “Why are you chasing after that poor darkness? She is always moving, hiding, taking shelter here and there. Why do you follow her all the time? What is the need?”
The sun said, “Who is this darkness? I have not yet met her. I don’t even know her. Who is darkness? What is darkness? I have not seen her yet, I have not met her yet. But if I have unknowingly committed some mistake, then I am ready to apologize. And once I recognize her, I will never follow her again.”