Osho - Rinzai
Master of the Irrational
Chapter 4. How
coarse
Our beloved master,
One day when Rinzai and pu'hua were both attending a dinner at a
patron's house, rinzai asked: "A hair swallows up the great sea, and a
mustard seed contains mount sumeru. Is this the marvelous activity of
supernatural power or original substance as it is?" Pu'hua kicked over the
dinner table.
"How coarse!" exclaimed the master.
Pu'hua retorted, "What place do you think this is - talking about
coarse and fine!"
The next day Rinzai and Pu'hua again attended a dinner. The master
asked, "How does today's feast compare with yesterday's?"
Pu'hua kicked over the dinner table as before. "Good enough,"
said Rinzai, "but how coarse!"
Pu'hua commented, "Blind man! What has buddha-dharma got to do
with coarse and fine?" Rinzai stuck out his tongue.
Maneesha, before I discuss this
small and yet significant anecdote about Rinzai, I have to introduce to the
Museum of Gods a gift from Rafia.
For a few months there has been
a very strange tension arising in American traffic, because so many cars are on
the road that you can walk home faster than you can take your car. For three
hours, four hours, five hours people are simply stuck. Naturally, there is a
limit to patience, and a few people started bringing their guns.
In San Francisco and L.A. six
persons were shot for no reason, but just because after honking for five hours
and not being able to move one inch, they became so angry - and anger is inside
everybody, just it needs a certain time to surface - that they shot people who
were absolutely unknown to them.
These people were not blocking
the way, they were not the cause; they also were blocked. Nobody knew where the
flow of the traffic had been stopped or what had happened - whether it was an
accident or a truck had turned over.
Seeing this situation, that six
people have been killed within a week, other car owners started purchasing
guns, because it is getting very dangerous; at least in self-defense, even if
you are not going to kill somebody, you can show your gun.
But the situation was becoming
worse because in America you don't need any license for guns.
They are freely available in
the market. The license is needed for the seller, the shopkeeper, not by the
owner of the gun. It is absolutely stupid to give people weapons that are
dangerous to life, but the constitution of America allows it.
It was allowed in the
beginning, but now it has become a solid tradition. The constitution allowed
guns to people to kill Red Indians. Red Indians were killed just like animals -
hunted, chased deep into the forest or into the mountains. Now America belongs
to non-Americans, the whole of America, and strangely enough the American
constitution talks about freedom, about freedom of speech and individuality,
and they themselves are holding onto somebody else's land.
It seems that the whole world
is blind.
France has sent as a gift to
America the Statue of Liberty, and America is the greatest slave land today. In
fact the slavery is such that there is no possibility for the Red Indians - to
whom the land belongs - ever to be back again in power. They have been crippled
completely. Most of them have been killed, and the rest are forced to live on
reservations, in deep forests, not allowed to live in the cities, and they are
given pensions.
One would think this is very
compassionate, but the real reason for giving them pensions - not work - is a
very psychological strategy. What will they do with the money? They will drink
alcohol, they will go to prostitutes, they will gamble, and they will produce
more and more children, because each child brings more pension. They have
completely forgotten the very idea of freedom, that this is their land.
At that time guns were allowed
freely for everybody, and that situation continues. Still you can have almost
any kind of gun, automatic or semi-automatic - and if the government says that
only six people were killed, you can be sure at least eighteen people must have
been killed. Always remember, any government report is bound to be a lie. If it
is concerned with the enemy, then too it is a lie.
A few months ago, when the
Russian nuclear plant had an accident, American radio immediately declared that
two hundred people had died. "Their dead bodies have been found, and many
more may have been consumed by the fire."
A group of journalists from
Europe came to explore the situation - and only four persons had died.
The American radio has not even
been asked for an apology. From where did they get the idea of two hundred dead
and many more consumed by the fire? So when it is concerned with others they
lie, when it is concerned with themselves they lie.
Politicians' main function
seems to be lying.
And this mad humanity seems to
be concerned continuously with war. As far back as you can see, there are wars
and wars and wars, and each war has taken millions of lives.
Genghis Khan killed forty
million people, Tamerlane killed thirty million people alone - and they did not
have very sophisticated means. Data is not available about many other killers.
Alexander the Great and Napoleon and Ivan the Terrible all killed... their
greatness depends on how many people they have killed. Adolf Hitler killed
thirty million people. Joseph Stalin killed in his own country one million
Russians.
It seems the main purpose on
this earth is to kill; and particularly in America today they are piling up
weapons, knowing perfectly well that they have enough weapons to destroy this
earth many times.
But it seems to be a mania, a
kind of neurosis.
Rafia has brought a small gift
for the Museum of Gods, and it is not a toy. In the beginning it was produced
as a toy. Now the so-called intelligent and civilized and mature people are
carrying it with themselves, and psychologists are even suggesting that it is
helpful. If you are feeling angry, rather then using a machine-gun, use this
small instrument. If you are wanting to use old methods, then the middle button
is for bombing... (The master aims a
small black box at the audience and pushes the middle button, making bombing
sounds for some time. See photo on page 190.) The first button is for death
rays...
(He pushes the left button, making electronic siren sounds.)
And the third button is for
nuclear weapons, missiles...
(He pushes the right button, making sounds like flying missiles that
land with loud explosions.)
Buttons exactly like these are
going to destroy humanity. And why have people started carrying this toy?
Psychologists suggest that it helps to release your anger.
If there is somebody you want
to kill, three ways are available. For a faraway enemy - this is the latest
witchcraft - send nuclear missiles...
(He pushes the button, making more missile sounds.)
If the enemy is very close by,
bombing is better...
(He pushes the bombing button again.)
If you don't want to destroy
things, only life, then death rays are good...
(He sends out some more death ray sounds.)
Now it is being carried by
adult, mature people in their pockets. It seems that killing has become a god
in itself. There have been war-gods, whose only function is to create war;
there have been destruction-gods - for example Shiva, in Hindu mythology, is
the one who will destroy the whole of humanity. I don't think Ronald Reagan
will be able to compete with Shiva. He is trying his best to be the Shiva of
Hindu mythology.
This small instrument shows the
mind of man. Death rays simply kill life; they don't destroy your houses, they
don't destroy your furniture, they don't destroy anything but only the living.
You will be destroyed, your plants, your trees will be destroyed, and all that
is dead will remain. Just think of a place where everything alive has been
destroyed and only dead things are standing untouched: it will create a
nightmare to your mind.
And this small instrument is
exactly the replica of what Gorbachev and Ronald Reagan are carrying with
themselves. It is just a question of pushing a button, and immediately life
will disappear from this earth. It has never been so easy to destroy.
All religions have been
life-negative, and that is the cause of this much destructiveness in the human
mind. If they had told people to learn silence and peace and meditation, and
love life, and dance life, then these idiots like Ronald Reagan would not have
happened. It is all the religions that are destroying man's love for life,
man's love for joy, man's love for laughter, for dancing, for playing music,
for singing. Everything has been denied by the religions, and the ultimate
consequence is that the whole creative energy in man has turned to being
self-destructive.
Nobody analyzes exactly why
people are so much interested in destroying. Where has the joy of creating
gone? The whole responsibility lies with the religions. These politicians are
simply carrying the ideologies that religions have preached. Any kind of
ideology that is life-negative is dangerous - more dangerous than death rays,
more dangerous than nuclear missiles.
If we want to save the world
from being destroyed unnecessarily, a world which has created people like
Buddha and Mahavira and Bodhidharma... An earth that is capable of reaching to
such heights of consciousness is worthy to be saved. The whole universe is so
vast, yet we are not certain that anywhere life has reached to such heights as
we have come to. It is suspected that five hundred planets in the whole
universe must have some kind of life, but it is just guesswork - although it is
being done by scientists, so it must have some possibility.
Nobody can say with absolute
certainty that there is anywhere else in this vast universe a consciousness of
a buddha - and you are destroying this earth, which is the only place in this
vast universe a small planet has come to the highest peak of consciousness. It
is not only a crime against humanity, it is a crime against the whole universe.
War is not a god, and man has
not to be sacrificed to it. But the only way to save man from this
destructiveness that is coming closer and closer is to spread more love, is to
spread more meditation, is to spread more freedom, more individuality. More
life-affirmation is the only way to prevent this beautiful earth and its
tremendous possibilities from being destroyed.
Even though man has remained
mad, fighting continuously, a few individuals have been creating also. We can
be proud of Leonardo da Vinci, we can be proud of Michelangelo, we can be proud
of Leo Tolstoy, we can be proud of Fyodor Dostoevsky, we can be proud of Chuang
Tzu, we can be proud of Rinzai. Thousands of flowers, in spite of the madness
of the masses, have still grown up and blossomed, have left tremendous
fragrance that is still alive, goes on moving from one being to another being.
The politicians have to be
prevented in any case because it is not only destroying this humanity, it is
destroying the only living place in the whole universe. The earth has taken
four million years to bring about human beings, and all human beings can become
buddhas. Perhaps four million years more may be needed.
And a buddha is such a beauty,
is such a grace, is such a rose, that to turn the whole earth into a graveyard
will be the greatest crime. But it will remain unrecorded because there will be
no one to record it. It will consume everyone; nobody is going to be the
victor, nobody is going to be the defeated. The only difference will be ten
minutes: if Russia starts the war, within ten minutes - just ten minutes -
American missiles will be on the way. If America starts, within ten minutes
Russian missiles will be turned towards America.
So only a time span of ten
minutes... and everybody will be consumed alive in the greatest fire that has
ever happened on the earth - millions of wars together, not only destroying man
but animals, trees, anything that has life.
So this is Rafia's very
significant gift... because war has been the undeclared god of the mad humanity
up to now.
The director-general,
Avirbhava, is not present, she is sick, so Anando, the associate director-
general of the Museum of Gods, should take it for your museum.
(Anando comes forward to take the small black box, and as she sits down
a missile sound accidentally gets triggered. Everyone, including the master,
starts laughing. See photo on page 191.)
Don't start bombing here!
Maneesha has brought a very
small anecdote, but very difficult to understand. Many may have read it without
knowing what it signifies. But you have to understand it very clearly; it has
great significance, but in a Zen way.
One day when Rinzai and pu'hua were both attending a dinner at a
patron's house, rinzai asked: "A hair swallows up the great sea, and a
mustard seed contains mount sumeru. Is this the marvelous activity of
supernatural power or original substance as it is?
What he was saying is of great
significance. Have you ever thought that even a simple mustard seed can make
the whole earth green? Any seed, a single seed, contains infinity. First it
will become one plant, and that plant will bring hundreds of seeds; then each
seed will become again a plant, and that will become a continuous chain,
unending. The whole earth just needs one single seed of anything, and it will
soon be green all over.
Rinzai is saying that the
smallest life contains the eternal life; the small and the bigger are not
different.
He is making a significant
statement, but Pu'hua kicked over the
dinner table.
"How coarse!" exclaimed the master.
The disciple, rather than
saying anything in response to it, kicked over the dinner table. What is he
saying by kicking over the dinner table? He is one of the intimate disciples of
Rinzai, and he is saying, "This is not the right place to say such great
and immensely meaningful things. The people who have arranged this dinner
cannot understand what you are saying."
The master said, "How coarse! It is not expected
from you to be so coarse. You could have acted in some more sophisticated way
and told me that, 'This is not the right place to make such great statements.
Great statements can be made only to great people, people who have the open
being and the silence of no-mind. Only they will understand this.'"
Pu'hua retorted, "What place do you think this is - talking about
coarse and fine!"
The next day Rinzai and Pu'hua again attended a dinner. The master
asked, "How does today's feast compare with yesterday's?"
Pu'hua kicked over the dinner table as before. "Good enough,"
said Rinzai, "but how coarse!"
Pu'hua commented, "Blind man! What has buddha-dharma got to do
with coarse and fine?" Rinzai stuck out his tongue.
Zen is a very playful religion.
Rinzai sticking out his tongue to his disciple must be absolutely unparalleled.
No master anywhere in the world would have done such a thing. But Zen accepts
with absolute certainty that whatever the master's action is, it has
significance. He is not condemning Pu'hua, but just making a laughingstock of
him.
He is saying, "Whichever
the place, whether the person can understand or not, you still can make great
statements. They fall into the person like seeds. Perhaps not today, but
tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, when the rains come the seeds may sprout."
You may not understand today, you may ignore it today, but who knows about your
tomorrows? Tomorrow you may suddenly become aware of what a great seed has been
sown in your unconscious mind.
So Rinzai's standpoint is that
it does not matter whether the person is capable of understanding it or not. If
you have it, share it. Don't be bothered whether the person deserves it or not.
Everybody intrinsically is a
buddha. Sooner or later he will understand it. It may not happen in your life,
you may be dead - but the day he will understand it, he will bow down to the
earth in deep respect, in gratitude that when he was not even prepared you had
delivered to him the very master key which opens all the doors of existence.
He is not agreeing with Pu'hua,
whose standpoint is very ordinary and practical. Pu'hua says, "What is the
point of saying things to people which are absolutely irrelevant to their
mind?"
But even that which is not
understood this moment... you may suddenly get it in the middle of the night.
Suddenly a great realization may come as you are relaxed and silent, and you
will see what you have missed. But it does not matter if you miss in the
morning and get it in the evening.
Whenever you get it, it is
always early.
Rinzai's standpoint is that of
a great master.
I am reminded of Jesus' once
saying - and Pu'hua will agree with that saying - "Don't go on throwing
your seeds; they may fall on stones, they may fall on roads, they may fall on
the boundaries of fields where people walk. They may sprout, but still they
will be killed. Throw your seeds in the very good soil."
Pu'hua will absolutely agree
with Jesus. But that is a statement not out of abundance, not out of your
too-much-overflowing energy; that is the standpoint of a miserly man.
Rinzai says, "Don't
bother! Even the stone sometimes becomes a fertile ground. Don't bother,
because the more you give the more you have, so it does not matter even if it
falls on the wrong ground. You should not be the choosers; that is judgmental.
Who are you to choose who is worthy and who is not worthy?"
He is perfectly right, and
although Pu'hua seems to be more pragmatic, practical, still he has something
to contribute to the anecdote.
At the end he says, "Blind man! What has buddha-dharma got
to do with coarse and fine?"
Because Rinzai has made the
statement, "Your kicking over the table is very coarse," he says,
"Blind man! What has buddha-dharma got to do with coarse and
fine?"
It is true, buddha-dharma has
nothing to do with coarse and fine. It has to go beyond both. That's where rinzai stuck out his tongue - just
making a laughingstock of Pu'hua, but not denying him, or that what he was
saying was right.
So the anecdote is very strange
in the sense that Pu'hua is right on a very practical ground, and Rinzai is
right as far as the ultimate is concerned. Both are right, just their rightness
is concerned with different contexts.
Where Rinzai is, he is sharing
himself out of abundance. He is just a rain cloud so full of water that it does
not matter where it falls; he has to unburden himself.
And Pu'hua is also right, but
on a much lower level. He is saying, "You should give your insights only
to those who understand." But if buddhas become so miserly, life will lose
many significant explosions in people's consciousness, because sometimes a
casual visitor suddenly catches fire.
Life is so mysterious that
somebody may be searching for truth for years and will be getting even farther
away from it by his searching - searching in a wrong direction. And somebody
may be a casual visitor who has nothing to do with truth, who has never thought
about it, but he is innocent, he has no prejudice, no idea. Coming close enough
to a master he may suddenly become aflame.
So one never knows, one should
not be judgmental. If you have it, share it with the stones. Even the stones
one day can become buddhas. Share with everyone - with the blind, with the
deaf, because their day will also come. It is only a question of time.
Everybody is going to become a buddha, everybody is on the path. However far
astray you go, you will come back. You have to realize your being and its
potential.
Ikkyu wrote:
Straw-sandaled,
With emaciated legs and no intimates,
Only the pillar moves with me,
Accompanying my song.
The cuckoo laments
With its blood:
It is spring in my heart.
He is saying, "I am a poor
beggar - straw-sandaled. I have only
sandals of straw - with emaciated legs
and no intimates, only the pillar moves with me."
What is this pillar? In Zen
they call the consciousness your real pillar. Only the pillar moves with me, accompanying my song. The cuckoo laments
with its blood; it is spring in my heart.
It does not matter that you
possess money or power, it does not matter that you are an emperor. All that
matters is whether you possess the pillar of consciousness - your whole being
just lighted inside, no darkness. In that very moment it is spring for you.
Thousands of flowers will start blossoming around you.
It is one of the great
contributions of Zen that whenever one person becomes enlightened the whole
existence rejoices in it, because we are all connected, so deeply connected
that even if one person becomes enlightened, his enlightenment is a moment of
joy for the whole existence. Not only man, but trees will rejoice, the birds
will sing, the whole sky will be filled with tremendous love for you. It starts
showering on you.
It is so clear when your
enlightenment happens that you have been a welcome guest to all the mysteries
of existence. Your springtime has come.
Question
1:
Maneesha has asked:
Our beloved master,
With the path of sufism, the way of the heart behind us, where does the
devotee fit in?
Maneesha, the devotee fits in
everywhere. Of course the context becomes different.
In Sufism, the devotee is
devoted to God to such an extent that al-Hillaj Mansoor started shouting,
"I am God!" The devotee disappears into God. But God is a hypothesis,
so the devotee in Sufism is only living in a very great hallucination. It is
his mind's projection.
But the devotee in Zen has no
hypothesis, he is not devoted to any God or to any fiction. His devotion is to
a living human master. It is not a fiction, it is a real being-to-being
contact.
So don't think that the devotee
has no place in Zen. In fact, in Zen the devotee has a more authentic and real
meaning. In Sufism it is only imagination, great imagination. It will bring
many flowers, will make the person very blissful, but it is just like a person
who is intoxicated.
It is not a coincidence that in
Sufism they have wine, and saki - the woman who brings the wine - and God
conceived of as a woman. The man who gets deeply involved in Sufi imagination
almost looks mad, but you can see he is very joyful; he dances and sings, his
whole energy is now being dominated by his imagination.
But if a person, by drinking
alcohol or by taking marijuana, dances and sings, do you think it has any
significance in the ultimate sense? It is just chemical. Soon the chemical will
be out of the body and with the chemical going out of the body, the person is
back down to the earth, more shattered than he was ever before. Imagination is
a certain release within you of something intoxicating.
That's why I said to Coleman
yesterday, "You bring a Sufi to me, and within one hour I will bring him
down to the earth. Otherwise he is flying in the sky."
There have been cases when
people under LSD thought they could fly. It was so clear for them, without any
doubt, that they flew out from a seventeen story building. It was not a question
of courage, it was not a question of any decision; they were so certain under
the impact of LSD that they were found shattered on the earth in pieces.
Sufism is a much lower state,
but very simple to be intoxicated with. But the devotee on the path of Zen does
not disappear, he simply takes a new context. Now it is a question of coming
closer to a living master. It is not a question of coming closer to God, which
is only a hypothesis. You can come close to God only in imagination, and you
don't know the powers of imagination.
It happened that Ramakrishna
tried many paths. He was the first man in the history of seekers who had tried
many paths to see whether they reach to the same point or not. So whatever was
available around him in Bengal, he tried. There is a sect which believes that
only Krishna is the male and everybody is a female. He followed that path also.
It is absolutely imagination, but the story shows the power of imagination.
For six months Ramakrishna
lived like a woman, and his disciples were completely shocked to see that he
started walking like a woman. Not only that, but his breasts became like a
woman; not only that, but he started having periods. Even doctors could not
believe it. His voice changed; and when he started having regular periods, his
disciples tried to hide the fact, because if others knew they would laugh. They
persuaded him to change this path: "You have gone too far!" - and it
took almost six months for him to be his own self again.
Imagination is not a small
thing, it has tremendous power. If you follow imagination - and all the
religions have been doing that - you will see Krishna and you will see Christ.
But all that seeing is just your projection. You want to see Krishna, you
insist on your imagination producing Krishna, and it will produce. But you are
falling into a trap of your own mind.
A devotee in any other religion
is devoted to God; only in Zen is his devotion towards a living master.
There is no question of
imagination. Imagination has to be avoided completely if you want to know the
truth.
Now it is time for Sardar
Gurudayal Singh. Where is he? Anando, send missiles!
(Anando shoots death ray sounds in sardarji's direction.)
No, I think bombs will be
better!
(Anando sends some bomb sounds across the auditorium.)
Bert Badbreath suspects his
wife, Luscious Lucy, is cheating on him, so he hires Manfred Sneek, the private
detective, to follow her.
Manfred gets hot on Lucy's
trail, watching her in bars, nightclubs and hotels all over the city. The next
morning, Sneek comes back to report to Bert.
"I followed her into the
Crawling Cat bar," says Sneek, "and then she gave me the slip. And
then I traced her to the Rotten Jazz nightclub, and she gave me the slip there
too."
"This is getting
ridiculous," cries Bert. "What happened next?"
"Well," says Sneek,
"then I traced her to Screwing Sands hotel...."
"Don't tell me,"
interrupts Bert. "She gave you the slip there, too!"
"That's right,"
reports Sneek, with a big grin, "and also her panties!"
A landscaping crew has a large,
fully-grown pine tree suspended in the air on chains from a boom truck.
Suddenly the boom moves sharply and the tree swings around, hitting a brand new
Cadillac parked by the side of the road.
Betty Cheese jumps out of the
smashed car and looks at the damage. "You will have to come with me and
explain this to my husband," she says to one of the men.
"Don't worry, lady,"
replies the landscaper. "My company will pay for the damage."
"No, you don't
understand!" cries Betty. "I want a witness to be there when I tell
Chester that I was parked and a tree ran into me!"
Doctor Horton, the
anthropologist, stumbles upon a tribe of cannibals in the middle of the jungle.
Standing in the center of their
village is a tall pole with a hat hanging on the top.
Immediately, Doctor Horton
recognizes the hat and shouts to the cannibal chief, "My God! That is
Doctor Fracture's hat! He is my best friend!"
"He was your best
friend," says the cannibal chief, picking his teeth with a toothpick.
"Last night he was our dinner."
"You ate him?" cries
Doctor Horton.
"Yup," says the
chief. "First we chopped up his legs, then we deep fried them and served
them with lots of Pepsi-Cola."
"Really?" exclaims
Doctor Horton.
"Yup, " replies the
chief. "Then we boiled his arms in garlic sauce and ate them, also with
lots of Pepsi-Cola."
"Really?" cries
Doctor Horton in disbelief. "You really ate all of him?"
"Yup, " says the
chief. "All of him, with lots of Pepsi-Cola."
"You mean," shouts
Doctor Horton, "you even ate his... his... his thing?"
"That's right, we ate his
thing," says the cannibal. "But not with Pepsi-Cola - with
Coca-Cola...
because things go better with
Coke!"
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
(Gibberish)
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
Be silent. Close your eyes.
Feel your body to be completely frozen.
Now look inwards with your
total consciousness and with a great urgency, as if this is going to be your
last moment.
The center is not very far
away, and as you come closer to the center you will start feeling a coolness, a
fragrance, an immense silence, and a great joy.
This moment, when you are at
the center, you are only a witness. The body is far away, the mind is far away
- you have left them all.
You are just a mirror, alert,
aware, watchful, and flowers start showering on you - new fragrances, the peace
that passeth understanding. Suddenly you are part of the whole cosmos.
In this Buddha Hall, ten
thousand buddhas have disappeared.... Just one buddha-consciousness...
To make it clear,
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
Just remain a witness. The body
is there, the mind is there, but you are neither the body nor the mind. You are
an eternal witness.
Since existence began, you have
been there as a witness in different forms. Witnessing is your exact nature,
and to realize this witness is to become a buddha.
All boundaries disappear, and
the Buddha Auditorium becomes a lake of silent consciousness without any
ripples, so silent that it becomes almost a mirror.
You are fortunate to be here at
such a momentous event. The whole humanity is so poor in comparison to you. You
may not have anything, but if you have your buddha awakened, you have all the
treasures of existence in your hands.
You have to bring this
awareness, this witnessing, this buddhahood, from the center to the
circumference of your day-to-day life.
In every action, buddha should
be expressed. In your silence, buddha should be present. In your songs you
should allow the buddha to sing. In your dances, you should not dance; allow
the buddha to dance.
Slowly, slowly your whole life
is completely overtaken by your innermost core. The difference between the
circumference and the center disappears.
That is the most precious
moment.
In Zen they call it coming back
home.
Soon Nivedano will be calling
you back. Collect as much flowers and fragrance... Persuade the buddha to come
with you. He has come always; just a right persuasion...
At the center he is only a
seed, at the circumference he will become the flower.
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
Come back, but come back as a
buddha - with the same grace, with the same beauty, with the same blissfulness.
Sit down for a few moments just
to recollect the space you have been in, the path, the golden path that you
followed towards your center, and the same path you have followed back.
Remember, the buddha is not an
achievement, it is a revelation. You have always been a buddha; just a little
recognition and your whole life goes through a transformation.
This is the only revolution
worth calling a revolution.
Okay, Maneesha?
Yes, Beloved Master.
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