For the poet the answer is separate; once in a while the window opens, a little breeze comes in and poetry is born, a song arises, a dance takes birth. But the poet is not in control of the window – it is only rarely, in certain moments, when the poet becomes available to existence. Hence I always say to my people that if you love someone’s poetry, someone’s music, someone’s dance, someone’s painting, sculpture, never try to see the man because that is going to be an utter frustration.
But if you hear and feel a statement of a mystic, forget about the statement, search out the man – because the statement is bound to be wrong and the man is bound to be right. The very presence of the mystic will be his argument, his evidence. He is an eyewitness.
The poet has also seen something, but from a faraway distance; and that too for a few moments and then it is gone. And when you reach for a few moments to a high peak and then the peak disappears, you fall far below the ordinary man. The ordinary man is at least on solid ground, on the plain – he never goes up, never goes down –but the poet goes up and down.
The poet will be found drunk, lying in a gutter, and you cannot believe that this man has such golden moments and is capable of bringing them to language. You will find the painter in the house of a prostitute – and this man has talked about beauty, has painted beauty, beauty that surpasses the material world, that seems to belong to the beyond – but the man…? The man is absolutely just the opposite of his painting, of his poetry, of his music, of his dance.
The poet also gets the answer from the heart, but it is accidental. It is not in his hands; sometimes it happens and sometimes it does not happen. Sometimes months are barren, sometimes years pass like a desert and the poet cannot do anything. He is at the mercy of existence.
The mystic is not at the mercy of existence, he has become one with existence. He has the answer each moment, just like his breathing, just like his heartbeat. It is not something that he has to see again, something that he has to go on remembering otherwise he will forget.
A disciple means someone who has found a master, someone who has come close to a mystic. And as you come closer to the mystic, your questions will start disappearing and his answer will start spreading in you. There is only one answer and there are millions of questions, and that one answer can only be experienced in a deep, loving at-one-ment with the master.
So there are no special questions for the disciple. There are no questions for the disciple; the disciple has to learn how to drop questions. I allow you to ask questions so that they can be dropped. Remember, I am not answering your questions, that is not my business – although from the outside it appears that I am answering your question. I am not answering your question, I am trying somehow to take the question away from you. I am not giving you the answer, because it cannot be given to you – only the question can be taken away. And one day, when all questions are taken away from you, the one answer will be found, in the oneness of the disciple and master.
You have also said that my greeting to you with folded hands means a great humbleness on my part, and you are thankful for it.