This is more than enough. The readiness to give oneself is the greatest adventure of life. And it is not only you who does not have anything else to give, we all come naked in the world. We don’t bring anything into the world. All that we really have is our own self – everything else belongs to the world, is not ours. To give money or to give anything else is really to avoid giving yourself.
The people who give money to the poor, make hospitals and schools and universities – and brag about it – are unaware of the fact that all their giving is just a facade. They are hiding their nudity. They are hiding the fact that they are not courageous enough to give themselves – because that is the only thing worth giving; that is the only thing that belongs to you. All so-called givers are giving things that don’t belong to them. It is almost like somebody giving you the full moon, somebody giving you the sunrise saying, “You can have it, it is yours.”
I have heard about two drunks. They were lying down under a tree on a full-moon night. Gazing at the moon, very poetically, in a very romantic mood, one drunk said to the other, “I would like to purchase this moon.”
The other said, “That is impossible. Forget it! Completely forget it!”
The first man said, “But why are you getting so angry?”
The second man said, “Why shouldn’t I get angry? – I don’t want to sell it!”
Unless you give yourself, you don’t give! You simply hide behind your so-called givings, your poverty and your impotence.
There is nothing wrong. The very realization that you can give only yourself is a great realization, tremendously beautiful and intrinsically spiritual.
You are saying, “I feel like a guest on the earth.” Do you think anybody else can feel to be a host on the earth? Everybody is a guest except Anando’s ghosts. Only they are the hosts; otherwise everybody is a guest. But there is nothing to be worried about it. Be grateful to existence that it has invited you to be a guest.
You say, “As if I don’t really belong here at all.” Nobody belongs here. Everybody comes one day, and everybody one day goes away. This is a big caravanserai. Just one night’s stay and in the morning the journey starts again. Who is going to stay here? Millions of people have been here before you – not even their names can be remembered, they were all guests – and millions of people will be here after we are gone.