My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That’s fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.”
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade
Like the shadow I am,
And I am not.
in the flood
which has yet to come
I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist
Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already in checkmate
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk
Not having entered
I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality
Like the shadow
I am not
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make any sense.
There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born till the moment you die is a process of learning. Learning has no end and that is the timeless quality of learning. And you cannot learn if you are in battle, if you are in conflict with yourself, with your neighbour, with society. You are always in conflict with society, with your neighbour as long as there is an image. But if you are learning about the mechanics of putting together that image, then you will see that you can look at the sky, then you can look at the river and the raindrops on the leaf, feel the cool air of a morning and the fresh breeze among the leaves. Then life has an extraordinary meaning. Life in itself, not the significance given by the image to life – life itself has an extraordinary meaning.
Right education is not to help you to find careers; for god’s sake, throw that out of the window. Education is not merely gathering information from a teacher or learning mathematics from a book or learning historical dates of kings and customs, but education is to help you to understand the problems as they arise, and that requires a good mind – a mind that reasons, a mind that is sharp, a mind that has no belief. For belief is not fact. A man who believes in god is as superstitious as a man who does not believe in God. To find out you have to reason and you cannot reason if you already have an opinion, if you are prejudiced, if your mind has already come to a conclusion. So you need a good mind, a sharp, clear, definite, precise, healthy mind – not a believing mind, not a mind that follows authority. Right education is to help you to find out for yourself what you really, with all your heart, love to do. It does not matter what it is, whether it is to cook or to be a gardener, but it is something in which you have put your mind, your heart. Then you are really efficient, without becoming brutal. And this school should be a place where you are helped to find out for yourself through discussion, through listening, through silence, to find out, right through your life, what you really love to do.
Can one, in a school, not only acquire knowledge, which is necessary for living in this world, but also have a mind that is constantly learning?
The two are not in contradiction. In a school, when knowledge becomes all important, learning becomes a contradiction. Education should be concerned with the totality of life and not with the immediate responses to the immediate challenges.
Ardently do today what must be done. Who knows? Tomorrow, death comes.
There is no fear for one whose mind is not filled with desires.
In whom there is no sympathy for living beings: know him as an outcast.
Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.
By oneself is evil done; by oneself is one defiled. By oneself is evil left undone; by oneself is one made pure. Purity and impurity depend on oneself; no one can purify another.
I do not dispute with the world; rather it is the world that disputes with me.
Just as a mother would protect her only child with her life, let one cultivate a boundless love towards all beings.
If with a pure mind a person speaks or acts, happiness follows them like a never-departing shadow.
Just as a solid rock is not shaken by the storm, the wise are not affected by praise or blame.
All experiences are preceded by mind, having mind as their master, created by mind.
All conditioned things are impermanent’ — when one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering.
Should you find a wise critic to point out your faults, follow him as you would a guide to hidden treasure.
It’s your road, and yours alone.
others may walk it with you,
but no one can walk it for you
In your light, I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.
You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go, words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul.
Let it dissolve in your ocean.
Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.”
A little foolishness, enough to enjoy life, and a little wisdom to avoid the errors, that will do.
Life is a play. There is nothing to be achieved out of it, it itself is the goal; there is nowhere to reach, it itself is the ultimate. Life is not moving to achieve some goal, it is not going anywhere. It is just like children playing: you cannot ask them, “For what are you playing? What is the purpose?” They will laugh at your foolishness. They will say, “We are simply playing. It is so beautiful !” Profit is not their concern, and profit should also not be your concern, but play.
Life is a moment to celebrate, to enjoy. Make it fun, a celebration, and then you will enter the temple. The temple is not for the long-faced, it has never been for them. Look at life: do you see sadness anywhere? Have you ever seen a tree depressed? Have you seen a bird anxiety-ridden? Have you seen an animal neurotic? No, life is not that, not at all. Only man has gone wrong somewhere, and he has gone wrong somewhere because he thinks himself to be very wise, very clever.
Your cleverness is your disease. Don’t be too wise. Always remember to stop; don’t go to the extreme. A little foolishness and a little wisdom is good, and the right combination makes you a buddha – a little foolishness and a little wisdom. Don’t be just wise or else you will be a long face; don’t be just a fool or else you will become suicidal. A little foolishness, enough to enjoy life, and a little wisdom to avoid the errors, that will do.
But one has to know the right combination, and the right combination is always different for each individual. My right combination cannot be your right combination; nobody is a model for anybody else. You have to find your own balance, because everybody is so unique. But always remember not to destroy foolishness completely, because in certain moments to be foolish is to be wise.
Everybody should remain open. In certain moments you should be like children, in certain moments you should simply forget the business of life, purposelessly just enjoying the moment, doing foolish things: dancing and singing, collecting and playing with pebbles on the shore. And nobody inside you says, “What foolishness are you doing? – this time can be devoted to making money. At this time you could be in the office or in the shop and your bank balance could be growing. What are you doing? Are you a child?”
If the child in you is completely lost, then you can never be religious. Religion is for children. That’s why Jesus insists: Only those who are like children will be able to enter into the kingdom of my God. But what does being a child mean? Observe a child: he is wise. He is a fool also, but when it is needed he can be wise, very wise.
Take hold of your own life. See that the whole existence is celebrating. These trees are not serious, these birds are not serious. The rivers and the oceans are wild, and everywhere there is fun, everywhere there is joy and delight. Watch existence, listen to the existence and become part of it.
The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.
Be ! Dont Try to Become.
The mystic in the Upanishad says: “Tat-tvam-asi: Thou art that.” Already you are that, it is not a question of becoming. God is not somewhere in the future; God is just now, this very moment, within you, without you, everywhere, because only God is, nothing else exists. All that exists is divine.
So Be ! Dont Try to Become.
Let the moment decide; don’t try to manage it.
Watch the flower opening in the morning. Just go on watching. That is grace. There is no effort at all – it just moves according to nature. Or watch a cat awakening – effortlessly, with a tremendous grace surrounding it. The whole of nature is full of grace, but man has lost the capacity to be graceful because of division.
So just move, and let the moment decide; don’t try to manage it. This is what I call let-go – and everything happens out of it. So give it a chance.
Some People Feel the Rain. Others Just Get Wet
Life in itself is an empty canvas, it becomes whatever you paint on it. You can paint misery, you can paint bliss.
Is not life nothing but misery?
It depends on you. Life in itself is an empty canvas, it becomes whatever you paint on it. You can paint misery, you can paint bliss.
This freedom is your glory. You can use this freedom in such a way that your whole life becomes a hell, or in such a way that your life becomes a thing of beauty, benediction, bliss, something heavenly. It all depends on you; man has every freedom. That’s why there is so much agony – because people are foolish, and they don’t know what to paint on the canvas.
It is left up to you: that is the glory of man. That is one of the greatest gifts of existence to you. No other animal has been given the gift of being free, every animal is given an already fixed program. All animals are programmed except man. A dog is bound to be a dog, and forever a dog; nothing else is possible, there is no freedom. He is programmed, everything is built-in. The blueprint is there, he simply follows the blueprint. He will be a dog. There is no choice for him, no alternatives are available. He is an absolutely fixed entity.
Except for man, everything is programmed. The rose has to be a rose, the lotus has to be a lotus, a bird will have wings, an animal will walk on four legs. Man is utterly free: that is the beauty of man, the glory. The immense gift of existence is freedom. You are left unprogrammed, you don’t carry a blueprint.
You have to create yourself, you have to be self-creative. So it all depends on you: you can become a Buddha, a Bahauddin, or you can become an Adolf Hitler, a Benito Mussolini. You can become a murderer or a meditator. You can allow yourself to become a beautiful flowering of consciousness, or you can become a robot.
But remember, you are responsible – and only you, and nobody else.