I can understand, Bodhisattva. You are trying hard. You are working, meditating. You are doing whatsoever a man can do. More you cannot do. Even if you can do more, that is not going to help. Now the point has come to understand: Be the witness. Let experiences pass. Let them come and go. Don’t be distracted by them. Don’t be pulled in by them. Remain alert, unconcerned – just watching the traffic, watching the clouds in the sky. Be a watcher and suddenly you will see small things have become deep fulfillments – just a small bird singing, or just a small flower opening.

There is a haiku of Basho. In Japan there flowers a very small flower, nazuna. It is so small and so common and so ordinary and so poor that nobody talks about it. Poets talk about roses. Who talks about a nazuna? It is a gross flower. In many languages there is no name for it because who bothers to name it? People pass by; nobody looks at it. The day Baso attained his first satori he came out of his cottage and he saw a nazuna flowering. And he says in his haiku, “For the first time I saw the beauty of a nazuna. It is tremendous. All paradises put together are nothing.”

How did a nazuna become so beautiful? And Baso says, “It was always there, and I had passed it millions of times, but I had not seen it before” – because Baso was not there. The mind sees only that which can be fulfilling to the ego. Who bothers about a nazuna? It is in no way fulfilling. A lotus is okay, a rose will do, but a nazuna, an ordinary gross flower, so poor, so beggarly, needs nobody’s attention, attracts nobody, calls nobody…. But that day, that morning, the sun rising, and Baso saw a nazuna; he says, “For the first time I encountered the reality of a nazuna” – but that happened only because he had encountered his own reality.

The moment you have become a witness – that’s what satori is, samadhi is – the moment you have become a witness everything takes a different color. Then ordinary green is no longer ordinary green; it becomes extraordinarily green. Then nothing is ordinary. When you are a witness everything becomes extraordinary, superb.

Jesus says to his disciples, “Look at the lily in the field.” An ordinary lily flower – it is not ordinary for Jesus, because Jesus is in a totally different space. The disciples must have wondered why he is talking about the lily, what is there to talk about. But Jesus said, “Even Solomon in al his glory was nothing, in al his splendor was nothing before this flower lily.” Even Solomon. Solomon is the richest, the greatest emperor of Jewish myth – even he was nothing. Before this ordinary lily? Jesus must have seen something which we are missing.

What has he seen? If you become a witness, the world opens all its mysteries to you. Then I say everything is fulfilling.

Somebody asked a great Zen master, “After you attained your satori, what have you been doing?” He said, “Chopping wood, carrying water. When hungry eating, when tired sleeping.” Everything is beautiful. Chopping wood, carrying water from the well….

Just think. Just contemplate a little.