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self?
Don’t waste time in conflict,
lose no time in doubt –
time can never be recovered,
and if you miss an opportunity
it may take many lives before another
comes your way again.
92. Love.
I received your letter.
Do not fall into the whirl of calming the mind;
this in itself is the restlessness.
The mind is what it is, accept it as such.
This acceptance brings peace.
Rejection is restlessness, acceptance is peace –
and he who reaches total acceptance attains to God.
There is no way other than this.
Understand this well
because this understanding brings acceptance.
Acceptance cannot come from an act of will –
the action of will is itself non-accepting.
I do conceals non-acceptance
because will is always of the ego.
Ego cannot live unless fed by rejection.
Acceptance can never be brought about by action,
only understanding life can bring it about.
Look, look at life.
What is is, it is as it is.
Things are such – do not ask for them to be otherwise
because they cannot be even if you so desire.
Desire is altogether impotent.
Ah, how can there be restlessness without desire?
93. Love.
Search, search and search –
so much that finally the seeker vanishes.
There you meet him.
Where the I is lost, there he is.
There is not, and never has been,
any wall between –
except for the I.
94. Love.
When the moon rises in the sky watch it, be absorbed by it –
forget everything else, including yourself!
Only then will you come to know
the music that has no sound.
When the morning sun rises, bow down to the earth
and lose yourself in homage to it.
Only then will you know of the music
that is not made by man.
When the trees burst into flowers, like a flower dance with them
in the breeze.
Only then will you hear the music
that lives in one’s innermost self.
He who knows this music knows life too – its song
is another word for God.
95. Love.
Don’t float with the current of thoughts,
just be aware of them.
Know that you are separate from them, distinct, distant, just an
observer.
Just watch the flow of thoughts like traffic,
watch them as you watch the dry leaves
flying everywhere in the fall.
Don’t be the one who makes them happen,
don’t be the one to whom they happen.
Then the rest takes place by itself.
This rest is what I call meditation.
96. Love.
This is a good beginning to the struggle
and I am glad to have pushed you into it.
Sannyas is a challenge to the world, a fundamental declaration
of freedom.
To live in freedom every moment is sannyas.
Now, insecurity will always be with you,
but that is a fact of life.
The only certainty is death; life is insecurity,
and that is its joy and its beauty.
To be locked in security is suicide,
a living death effected by one’s own hand.
Such living-dead are everywhere.
They have turned the world into a graveyard, and they number
amongst them many celebrated corpses.
They all have to be awakened, though for their part
they are trying to put back to sleep even those who are awake.
Now the struggle will go on and on.
In it your total resolution will be born.
Far off I see your destination – the other shore.
97. Love.
I was traveling, then on my return, there was your letter.
You can meet friends of Jeevan Jagruti Kendra and begin working
for Yuvak Kranti Dal (Revolutionary Youth Force).
There are no rules about it – there can never be rules in revolution.
There needs to be an awakening of understanding among the youth,
with scientific studies replacing blind faith – this is all I wish for.
Do meet me this time when I come to Indore.
Everything is fine.
My regards to everyone there.
98. Love.
My work is only God’s work;
apart from this there is neither me nor mine.
No other work exists apart from his.
You just live in God, that’s all,
and the rest happens by itself.
Jesus said: First seek ye the Kingdom of God,
then all else will be added unto you.
I say the same.
But the mind of man seeks all else first,
so what is bound to happen, happens –
nothing else is gained,
and he even loses whatever he had.
99. Love.
The fragrance of sannyas
has to be spread around the world.
Religions, like gaols,
have imprisoned the flower of sannyas too
within their great walls.
Hence the sannyasin has to say now:
I belong to no religion – all religions are mine.
It was a terrible mistake
to tear sannyas away from the world.
It has become bloodless.
And the world without sannyas has lost its life.
A new bridge has to be built between the two.
Sannyas has to be given back its blood,
and