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opens the door of the dimensionless dimension.
So refrain from seeking even
Enlightenment or Buddhahood
because with any seeking whatsoever
the mechanism of thought
begins to operate and create dualisms.
331. Love.
Do not forget the search for the divine
for even a single moment
because the time is always short and the task is great,
and besides, the mind is wavering.
In fact the mind is the wavering.
Remember this, and remain aware of this fact
as much as you can
because the moment one is aware, the wavering stops,
and in the intervals are the glimpses:
glimpses of oneself, glimpses of no-mind.
One has to absolutely transcend the wavering of the mind before one comes to the doors of the beloved.
No-mindedness is the door.
And the door is not far off.
But the seeker is asleep.
Mind is the sleep.
That is why you will have to be attentive and alert
to everything that passes before your consciousness –
even be attentive to the inattentive moments.
Through constant awareness
the spiritual sleep will be broken
and you will he transformed.
This is your potentiality,
this is everyone’s potentiality,
and for you the time is ripe.
But the seed can remain a seed and die.
The opportunity can be lost.
You are free to be that which you are meant to be
or to be that which you are not meant to be.
Man is free to be or not to be –
this is the glory and this is the burden.
Freedom means responsibility,
so be careful.
If you can be that which is your potentiality,
if you can flower in your fullness
then there is bliss
then there is ecstasy, otherwise
ashes are in the hands
and anguish in the heart.
And ultimately everything depends on you:
heaven or hell –
and you and only you will be responsible for it.
So be careful.
My blessings are always with you.
332. Love.
Metaphysics is born out of childish curiosity,
so however sublime, it remains juvenile.
And all the ultimate answers are foolish in a way
because the ultimate is not only unknown,
it is unknowable.
A mature mind is one
who understands the impossibility
of knowing the ultimate,
and with this understanding
there is a new dimension:
the dimension of being.
Knowing is not possible, but being is.
Or in other words:
in relation to the ultimate, only being is knowing.
This dimension is the religious dimension,
and unless one is religious in this sense
one goes on asking absurd questions
and accumulating even more absurd answers.
In a little backwoods school
the teacher was at the blackboard explaining
arithmetic problems.
She was delighted to see her dullest pupil
paying fixed attention,
which was unusual for him.
Her happy thought was that at last
the lanky lad was beginning to understand.
When she finished she said to him:
You were so interested, Cicero,
that I am sure you want to ask some questions.
Yes’m, drawled Cicero, I got one to ask.
Where do those figures go when you rub them off?
333. Love.
Do not cling to anything,
to any idea,
because clinging is the bondage.
Even if one is clinging to the idea of liberation –
moksha or nirvana –
one will be in bondage.
With clinging meditation is impossible
because clinging is mind, the bondage;
and no-clinging is meditation –
the freedom.
In the Book of Amu Daria there is an old Sufi tale:
Once upon a time there was a monkey
who was very fond of cherries.
One day he saw a delicious looking cherry
and came down from his tree to get it,
but the fruit turned out to be in a clear glass bottle,
so he had to put his hand into the bottle to get it out.
As soon as he had done so
he closed his hand over the cherry
but then he found that he could not
withdraw his fist holding the cherry
because it was larger than the bottle’s neck.
Now all this was deliberate
because the cherry in the bottle was a trap laid
by a monkey hunter
who knew how monkeys think.
The hunter, hearing
the monkey’s whimperings, came along.
The monkey tried to run away,
but because his hand was, as he thought,
stuck in the bottle,
he could not move fast enough to escape.
But as he thought he still had hold of the cherry,
he consoled himself.
The hunter picked him up