The sage said, “If you could you would have understood. Simply stand quietly. I have become a bamboo and you can also become one.”
The man said, “This is very difficult.”
And the sage said, “This is my method. When I stand near these bamboos, after some time I forget that I am different and I become a bamboo. Looking at the moon, after some time I forget that I am different and I become the moon.”
Being close to nature, if you can discover the oneness between yourself and nature, then in a mysterious way your thoughts will become pure. The impurity of your thoughts will begin to grow less. So there are three ways: purity of thought…and there are innumerable paths to the purity of thought. Pure beings never die out, they are forever present – but sometimes we are so blind that no living person ever seems pure to us. Only the dead people seem pure to us. But it is very difficult to commune with dead people, and yet all the religions of the world worship the dead. There is not a single religion that worships the living; they all worship dead people. And they have this false idea that all the great people who were to be born have already lived, and there cannot be more. And they have this idea that if a person is alive he cannot be divine.
There are always enlightened people on the Earth, they are present everywhere. If you have the eyes you can recognize them. And the important thing is that even if according to your judgments and expectations they are not absolutely pure, how does their impure past concern you?
There was a fakir who used to say, “I have learned something from whomever I have met up to now. ”
Someone asked him, “How is this possible? What can you learn from a thief?”
He said, “It happened once that for a month I was a guest at a thief’s house. He would leave the house every night to go out and steal, and he would return at three or four o’clock in the morning. I would ask him, ‘So, did anything happen?’
He would reply, “Nothing today, maybe tomorrow.”
He did not manage to steal anything for the whole month. Sometimes there was a guard at the door, sometimes the people of the house would wake up, sometimes he could not break the lock, sometimes he entered a house but could not manage to steal anything. And every night the thief would return home tired and I would ask him, “So, did anything happen?” And he would say, “Not today, but maybe I will manage tomorrow.”
“This is what I learned from him: if it does not happen today, don’t worry. Remember, it might happen tomorrow. When a thief who has gone out to steal, to do something wrong, can be so full of hope….”