Look into the eyes of your so-called saints and you will see only that: “What a dust I raise!” Just flies raising much dust, making much fuss, much ado about nothing. Yes, they are full of words, theories, hypotheses, but a blind man can be very much acquainted with all the theories about light – that does not help him to see.

A flea sits down on the flap of a box of corn flakes, takes out a deckchair, sunglasses and suntan lotion, and begins to sun himself.

Suddenly he sees another flea run quickly past him. He settles down into his deckchair when out of nowhere the flea races past from the other direction. This scene – the flea running past from one direction then the other – goes on for a while.

Unable to contain his curiosity the first flea grabs the second one as he is running past. “Hey! What’s your hurry? What are you doing?”

Gasping for breath the second flea mutters, “Can’t stop now. It says, ‘Tear across the dotted line.’”

Yes, your saints are full of words, scriptures. They have read much, studied a great deal, but that does not make them knowers. Knowing is a totally different phenomenon. It is seeing, it is not believing. They are all believers, and believers always behave foolishly, because a blind man can learn too much about light and then he may start believing that he knows what light is. And then the trouble begins. He may throw his walking-stick; he may stop asking others, “Where is the door?” or, “Where is the way?” because he thinks that he knows himself. “Now enough, there is no need to ask and inquire.” He is bound for trouble – the trouble is inevitable.

A South American-style dictatorship has taken over in the United States: Ronald Reagan, John Anderson, and Jimmy Carter are lined up to be shot. As the firing squad gets ready, Reagan yells, “Earthquake!” and escapes in the commotion. As the executioners ready themselves again, Anderson yells, “Flood!” and he escapes in the confusion. As the firing squad lines up for a third time, Jimmy Carter decides to try the same idea and he yells, “Fire!”

The pundits are the greatest fools in the world. They may talk about great things but they have not even known the little things of life. They may talk about the beyond, about that, but they know nothing about this. And without knowing this you cannot know about that – this is the bridge to that. This world has to be lived with such joy that you can discover God in it, because there is no other way to find him. This is the message of the Upanishads.

From wholeness emerges wholeness.
Wholeness coming from wholeness,
wholeness still remains.