Tenth: my last for this evening is a strange book; ordinarily nobody would think I would include it at all. It is the great work of Marpa, the Tibetan mystic. Even his followers don’t read it; it is not meant to be read, it is a puzzle. You have to meditate over it. You have just to look at it and then suddenly the book disappears – its contents disappear, and only the consciousness remains.
Marpa was a very strange man. His master, Milarepa, used to say, “Even I bow down to Marpa.” No master has ever said that, but Marpa was such....
Somebody once said to Marpa, “Do you believe in Milarepa? If so then jump into this fire!” Immediately he jumped! People ran from all sides to extinguish the fire knowing that Marpa had jumped into it. When the fire was put out they found him sitting there in a buddha posture laughing hilariously!
They asked Marpa, “Why are you laughing?”
He said, 'I am laughing because trust is the only thing that fire cannot destroy.”
This is the man whose simple songs I count as the tenth – The Book of Marpa.
Is my hour over? I can hear you saying yes, though I know my hour has not even come yet. How can it be over? I have come before my time, that’s why I am misunderstood.
But as far as you are concerned, you are right; my hour is over. And this is really beautiful. There is no expression for it. It is so beautiful, it is better to end it now.