Then it is not one thing; then it is a multisplendored thing, a multi-phenomenon. Then existence is not one. Hence I use the word multiexistence, although grammarians will say it is wrong. To hell with them! – it is the multi-is-ness of life that makes it a joy.

Even Ashu is laughing. No need to hide, even laughter is a star. This is-ness cannot be worshipped. There is no way to worship it. It can only be lived, loved, danced, sung – but cannot be worshipped.

Just the other day Nirupa asked if she can go horseriding. I said, “No, because horses stink and you will come back stinking.” She started crying like a child. Chetana came running to tell me Nirupa was crying with big, big tears running down. When Chetana came she said, “I am lost, what shall I do?”

I told her to tell Nirupa it is okay, she can go horseriding. Later Chetana said, “You are wonderful! When I told her, she immediately started laughing. Her tears just disappeared. Big, big tears just stopped. Incredible!”

Life consists of such small things: tears…horseriding….

God is not to be worshipped, but lived.

Lived in small things…

drinking a cup of tea, or

sitting doing nothing.

Life is simply a song

which is meaningless.

Let tears come into my eyes. Once in a while it is beautiful. One is renewed through tears, resurrected.

Remember, however hard I may appear, I am not. I am not a hard man….

I am as soft

as the newly growing grass,

as soft as the morning dew….

But let the dew appear in my eyes.

This is so beautiful.

Let me cry over this beauty.

Yes, these are the heights I have been inviting everyone to. These are the heights of the Vedas, of the Bible, the Koran; in short this is Allah. That’s the Sufi expression; it simply means God willing.

We have not created this world. How can we create the stars? It is not possible for us, so Sufis say “Allah,” God willing…and there is no God. There is no person called God, just a presence. If you want to feel it, then feel it right now….

God is pouring

showering