I’ve been able to open up to people in a way I’ve never experienced before, and people have come to me. I’d just like to say thank you. Things are going so well…in a way I could never have thought possible for me.
One never knows. One never knows unless it happens, because we remain confined with our past experiences, with all that we have known before. The unknown we cannot even imagine. We cannot expect it because we don’t know what it is. Whenever it comes it takes you by surprise.
And all that is beautiful, true, always comes as a surprise. So retain the capacity to be surprised. That is one of the greatest blessings of life: the capacity to be surprised. Once you lose that capacity you are dead. If things can surprise you, you are still alive.
And the more you are surprised by things, the more alive you are. That is the aliveness of a child; he is surprised by trivia. One cannot even believe why he is surprised – just an ordinary tree, or bird, or dog, or cat, a pebble on the shore…he is even more surprised than you will be if you find a Kohinoor, a great diamond – even then you won’t be surprised. But because he is surprised and has the capacity to become surprised, each pebble becomes a diamond. If you are not surprised, even a diamond becomes an ordinary pebble.
Life carries as much meaning as you carry the capacity to be surprised – the capacity to be surprised, the capacity to wonder. So always remain open. And always remind yourself again and again that life is infinite. It is always an ongoing process; it never comes to any end. It is a non-ending, eternal journey, and each moment is new, each moment is original. When I say each moment is original, I mean each moment throws you back to your origin, each moment makes you a child again.
Relax and look at it, and tremendous beauty and tremendous treasures simply become yours for nothing; just for the asking they are yours.
People lose much because of their knowledge. The more that you think that now there is nothing in life which can surprise you, the more that you know, the less capable you become of wondering. The more you know, the more you become a repetition; you are no longer original. Now things come and pass but your eyes are full of dust and your mind is full of thoughts. You are confined so much in your knowledge that the unknown cannot penetrate.
And existence is not only unknown – it is unknowable. The mind is the known, meditation is to stand in the unknown, and existence is the unknowable – which always remains like a horizon, just bordering on the unknown. The closer you come, the further away it recedes. It is always a rainbow, and you can never catch hold of it. You can try, and every effort should be made to reach it, but it is always unreachable.