But your so-called saints are all fulfilling your expectations. It is a very strange game – they are worshipped, but the reason for their worship is that they fulfill your expectations. By fulfilling your expectations they have shown clearly that they don’t have their own individuality, they don’t have their own consciousness, they don’t have their own style of life. Just for the sake of respectability they are ready to follow those who are their followers, and this game is being continued all over the world.
You have been observing your experiences very accurately – just one step more and there will be nothing to be said, just pure silence.
To me, you are like the purposeless glad ocean that twice a day comes and goes, showering us with your energy like the waves of the sea. I could wish for nothing more than this joy of knowing that each day you will be with us again in the evening, and when night comes I go to my bed feeling filled, contained, and so much loved. In my sixty-seven years I have wandered so far away from myself. Could this miracle that is happening within and without be that at last I am on my way home?
Yes, it is true, at last you are back home. Your understanding about me is absolutely correct: I am just as purposeless as the waves of the ocean, or the flowers in the garden, or the stars in the night.
Purpose is a very mundane thing – machines have purposes, the electricity has purpose, and the effort of the society is always to reduce human beings also to a purpose. From my very childhood I have been criticized by my elders, my teachers, my professors for a simple reason – they used to ask me, “What are you going to become?”
But I said, “Why should I become, I am already whatever I am; becoming means going away from being. The people who become lose their being, lose their home. I am perfectly at home.”
My elders used to say, “You are good for nothing.”
I said, “That is perfectly right, everybody should be good for nothing – then life will be just a blissful dance. You never ask the roseflower, ‘What is your purpose? Why are you dancing in the wind? Why are you so beautiful? Why are you spreading your fragrance? What is the purpose? What are you going to gain? How much is it going to help your bank account?’”
My professors were continuously worried because I was never reading the textbooks. I was reading a lot, all kinds of strange things, and I was also dragging my professors into discussions which, according to them, were purposeless. Again and again they would say, “Look, you are taking the whole class away in a purposeless direction; you are not going to be examined for it and you are not going to get your degrees for it.”
But I said, “Who cares for degrees? We are here to become more alert, more silent, more joyful; we have come here to discover ourselves – who cares for degrees? You have got so many degrees, but you don’t know anything about yourself and you are trying to teach us to be purposeful.”