The intellect doesn’t know anything about where it has to go. This is why intellect never goes anywhere. It goes around in circles like a bullock grinding grain. You have seen a bullock with blinkers over his eyes, going around and around. With these blinkers over his eyes he feels as if he is moving, that he is going somewhere, that something is happening.
Have you observed how you go around and around? The same morning, the same activities, the same day’s work, the same evening, the same night, again the same morning, again the same evening. Life goes on passing away like this and you go on circling around and around like a bullock grinding grain.
When you rise a little above the level of intellect you rise into the sky, leaving the earth behind. Limits drop, the infinite begins. Bondage drops – one has a small glimpse of liberation.
Then a moment also comes – first you move from the intellect towards the heart, then a moment comes when you go deeper than the heart. Then love is freed from the object of love. Then the devotee is liberated from the love of God as the object. Then the worshipper is liberated from worship.
So first move with logic towards love and then move with love towards silence. That great silence is our home.
You are in the mind; you are to be in the heart. I begin with intellect to bring you towards the heart. But I also don’t allow one who has arrived in the heart to sit still. I tell him: Keep moving, keep moving.
Each new moment like the previous one,
a familiar love song
echoing in your bosom –
go on planting them note by note.
Belonging to each note in such a way
that the departing melody never ceases.
A new step has to be taken into the unknown, the unfamiliar. Don’t remain stuck with the familiar.
Have you ever thought what intellect means? – the collection of what you know. What does it mean? Just the accumulation of your past. In the intellect is accumulated whatever you have heard, read, studied or experienced. Whatever has already happened is accumulated. The intellect has no idea of what is about to happen. The intellect is of the past – finished, dead! The intellect is dead ashes. If you are stuck in intellect you go on wandering the byways of the past; moving in the known.
Any movement is into the unknown. There is no movement in the known, it is just going round and round like the bullock grinding grain.