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СКАЧАТЬ a dancing, singing, happy heart.

      A sad heart cannot enter there

      so avoid sadness.

      Fill your heart with color

      as vivid as a peacock –

      and for no reason.

      He who has reason to be happy is not really happy.

      Dance and sing –

      not for others,

      not for a reason,

      just dance for dancing’s sake;

      sing for singing’s sake;

      then one’s whole life becomes divine

      and only then becomes prayer.

      To live so is to be free.

      110. Love.

      I am glad to get your letter.

      The moment of the inward revolution is near

      but first you have to go through the birth pangs.

      Nothing hurts more than this giving birth to oneself

      but what comes after it is life’s greatest bliss.

      So, longing, waiting, prayer –

      take these for your sadhana.

      Everything else is fine.

      My regards to all.

      111. Love.

      As the birds sing each morning at sunrise,

      the heart fills with song at the dawn of meditation.

      As flowers bloom in spring,

      the soul is drenched in fragrance

      as meditation is born.

      As everything glistens green beneath the rain,

      consciousness shines with many colors

      as meditation showers.

      All this and much more takes place,

      and this is only the beginning.

      Ultimately everything goes;

      fragrance, color, light, music –

      everything disappears.

      And an inner space, like the sky, appears –

      empty, formless, without quality.

      Wait for that. Long for that.

      The signs are good, so do not waste even a moment.

      Go on! I am always with you.

      112. Love.

      Thirst is good,

      longing is good, an aching heart is good,

      because he comes through the vale of tears.

      Weep so much

      that only the tears remain, not you.

      If the tears alone remain

      and he who weeps vanishes

      then God comes by himself.

      That is why I let you go, not stopping you.

      I knew you would regret it –

      but this regret is good.

      I knew you would weep

      but these tears have their usefulness –

      can there be a profounder prayer than tears?

      113. Love.

      What is truth?

      This much at least can be said:

      It cannot be defined.

      So forget about all definitions,

      drop all evaluations and interpretations –

      these are all mind games,

      all creatures of thought.

      What is, is beyond the mind.

      Thoughts are as unaware of reality

      as the waves are of the peace of the lake.

      With waves

      the lake loses its tranquillity;

      when the lake is calm

      then the waves cannot exist.

      One has to know that-which-is.

      Its interpretation is very different from knowing it.

      Interpretations take one astray –

      they are as illusory as scarecrows.

      The seeker of truth has to be wary of words.

      Words are not the truth,

      truth cannot be words.

      Truth is an experience,

      truth is reality,

      and the path to it is neti, neti

      neither this nor that.

      Drop explanations,

      drop definitions,

      drop scriptures and doctrines,

      remember neti, neti – not this, not that!

      Then drop I and thou

      and say neti, neti.

      What is left manifest in the emptiness –

      that is truth,

      and that alone is.

      All else is dream.

      114. Love.

      The decision to take sannyas is propitious –

      and sadhana follows decision like a shadow.

      Seeds have to be sown in the mind as well;

      there too – as we sow we reap.

      The way has to be carved out of the mind too.

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