Just within these last twenty years they have found things that make the whole of science such a mystery. They found black holes first; they found that there are black holes in the sky, and what they are exactly nobody knows. But if any star comes close to a black hole – the black hole has a gravity thousands of times greater than the earth – the star simply goes into the black hole and disappears. Just a moment before it was there in its immense glory, and just a moment afterwards there is just nothing but darkness. The star has gone back to rest, into emptiness.

After the black hole, it was natural and inevitable to find white holes – because if the black hole takes stars into emptiness, there must be white holes from where new stars are born. And now they are agreed on the fact that there are white holes, which go on throwing out new stars.

My own feeling is that perhaps it is the same hole – on one side black, on the other side white. So you jump through the door; from one side you are dead, from another side you come out smiling. This is my own feeling, I am not saying that it is scientific. I don’t care about science or anything, but this seems to be more possible, rather than black holes in one place, and white holes far away from them…that does not look right. They should be close enough, so as the old star becomes empty, from the white door it gains a new incarnation, and comes back again.

But as far as emptiness is concerned, nothing makes any mark on it. It remains utterly empty.

“Different things go through the different ways, but the liberated wisdom is one. All are based on one empty mind.
“Every dharma is based on the dharma of Buddha. Each dharma is instantly the dharma of realization, and the dharma of realization is, things being as they really are.”

To see things as they really are, you have to be absolutely empty – only a mirror. Your mirror should be clean, without any dust, without any thought, without any prejudice, without any religion. Just a pure reflective mirror, and you can see things as they are. And seeing things as they are, life becomes a festival, a celebration, a dance. The whole existence is dancing, rejoicing; it is drunk completely with blissfulness, except for man – who is unnecessarily keeping himself filled with junk in his mind, and preventing his mirror from reflecting the reality of existence.

“All that come and go and have a rest, or sit and lie down, are the mysterious work, and they don’t need a process of time. The scriptures also say: ‘All around everywhere, instantaneously there are buddhas.’”