I have come across hundreds of books which go on using the word meditation as if it were a higher state of concentration. It has nothing to do with concentration. In fact, it is just the opposite of concentration. In concentration there is an object. You have to focus on the object, you have to be absolutely concentrated on it, your whole consciousness falling on the object, not missing the object even for a single moment: that is concentration.
Concentration has its own value. It is a great method in the hands of science, but it has no religious value at all. It has scientific value, it has artistic value, but no religious value at all. Science cannot move a single step without concentration. Art cannot create without concentration.
The artist becomes so concentrated on his painting, or sculpture, or music, that he forgets the whole world. In his concentration everything else is excluded, bracketed out. Only one thing remains in his mind, as if thewhole world consisted of thatone thing. That thing is the whole world for the moment; nothing else exists.
There is an ancient story:
One very famous book, one of the greatest ever written, is a commentary on the Brahma Sutras written by Vrihaspati. The name of the commentary is very strange: the name of the commentary is Bhamati. It is strange because it has nothing to do with the Brahma Sutras: one of the greatest expositions of the philosophy of advaita, non-dualism.
Bhamati is the name of Vrihaspati’s wife. What connection can there be between the commentary on the Brahma Sutras and Vrihaspati’s wife? There is some secret hidden in it. Vrihaspati must have been a man of deep concentration: he was a great philosopher.
He got married because his father was getting old and he wanted Vrihaspati to be married. And in the old days obedience was the simple way. It was naturally so; people used to follow their parents’ wishes. There was no question of saying no, so Vrihaspati said yes.
He was married to Bhamati but he was not a man who needed a wife or needed a family. His whole concentration was on the great commentary that he was writing on the Brahma Sutras. He was so absorbed that he brought the wife home and forgot all about her.
The wife took every care of Vrihaspati. That too is no longer possible. And who can take care of such a husband who has completely forgotten her? He had no idea who she was or what her name was. He had never even asked her name. She served him like a shadow. She never came in front of him because he might get distracted, disturbed.
And he was continuously writing his commentary. He was in a hurry because he had taken a vow inside his heart that the day the commentary was complete he would renounce the world, and he wanted to renounce the world as soon as possible.