Truth is not attained by following somebody, truth is attained by understanding your life. Truth is not in any Creed, in any argument; truth is hidden as love in the deepest core of your being. Truth is not logic; it is not a syllogism, it is an explosion of love.
And whenever truth explodes in you, you attain to a totally different vision of life, of godliness, of religion. Your eyes have a different quality, a different transparency, clarity. When your mind is clouded with thoughts borrowed from others, whatsoever you call religion is not religion, it is just dreaming.
…That is why Tantra says: in making love, when your orgasm is total, when your whole being is involved in it, every fiber of your being is throbbing and pulsating, and every cell in your body is alive, totally alive; when you have become just an ocean and you are completely lost and you don’t know where you are, all boundaries have merged; in that moment of your orgasm you have your first glimpse of godliness, your first glimpse of satori, samadhi, nirvana. But, in any situation, if you can come to the peak, you will attain a glimpse of godliness.
…And Kabir is tremendously in love with natural ecstasy. He says thee is two types of ecstasy. One, practiced, forced; the yogis do that – the posture, the breathing. They train themselves for it. It is a trained thing, with great effort. And Kabir says something trained is bound to be false. It is a performance.
He says: santo, sahaj samdhi bhali. Oh monks, oh disciples, the spontaneous ecstasy is the best. You should not practice it. By practicing you poison it. You should not make any dramatic effort for it. You should remain relaxed and by and by, slowly slowly, disappeared into it
…My neo-sannyasin are total – they have renounced, and yet they have not escaped. They live in love and they will not cling to love – that is their renunciation. They will live in the world and they will not be possessive – that is their renunciation.
They will live in love but they will not be jealous – that is their renunciation. They will use things but they will not be used by things – that is their renunciation. They will find the creator in the creation. And they will not divide the creator and the creation; they will not tolerate any division. They will try to find harmony in the opposites.
…You are born in a home; there is no possibility of being born without a home, home is your natural element. Be in the home. And remember the difference between a house and a home: a house is a place where you live without love; a home is a house where you live with love. When the house is infused with love, it becomes a home. All houses are not home. Many people live in houses and they think they live in a home. Don’t be deceived: all houses are not home, although all homes are houses. A home has something more than a house – a house is just a structure, it has no soul in it. When love thrives there, warmth, closeness, intimacy, openness, friendship; when there is love, then the house becomes a home, then the house becomes luminous.
…Waiting is one of the greatest religious qualities. More important than effort is waiting. Effort is the shadow of ego.
…Effort is of the ego, waiting is egolessness. Waiting is passive; one waits… that’s why all the great mystics have said that to know the divine one has to become feminine. The male is aggressive. The male is effort, attack, will; the feminine is passive, receptive, welcoming. The feminine is a womb; when the divine comes, the passive mind, the waiting mind, becomes a womb, receives the divine, becomes pregnant with the divine.
… All contradictions are solved only when we have achieved God and never before – because mind creates contradictions. When you have attained to God, mind is no more, and with no mind, all contradictions are gone. Then day and night, both are one. And life and death too, both are one. Then whether you are or you disappear makes no difference. Then breathing in and breathing out are not two things, but one process.
… Contradictions are our creations, remember it. Because we cannot see the total, because we can only see the partial, hence contradiction. We can see only the aspect, never the whole, hence contradiction. Have you observed? – even if you are looking at the small pebble in your palm you cannot see the whole at one time. You see one part, the other part is hidden; when you see the other part, the first part goes into hiding. You cannot never see even a small pebble in its totality.
…When the mind is dropped and the meditation has arisen, then you see the total. Then you see the whole as it is, all the aspect together. Then summer and winter are not separate, then spring and fall are not separate. Then you will see that birth and death are two aspect of the same process. Then happiness and unhappiness are not opposites, they are joined together, like a valley and a mountain, they are together. And when you see this togetherness of life, choice stops. Then there is nothing to choose.
Have you seen it? When you choose happiness, you become the victim of unhappiness; whenever you want success, failure comes in; whenever you hope, frustration is waiting for you; whenever you cling to life, death comes and destroys. Have you not seen it happen everyday, every moment? These are not opposites, they are together. When one sees them together, then what is there to choose? There is nothing to choose? One becomes choiceless.
That is what Krishnamutri goes on saying: be choiceless, be in the state of choiceless awareness. But it cannot happen unless you see have seen the togetherness of things. Once you have realized that all things are together, then the choice becomes impossible. Then there is nothing to choose, because whatsoever you choose comes with the opposite. Then what is the point? – you choose love and hate comes; you choose friendship and the enemy comes; you choose anything, and immediately the opposite comes as a shadow. One stops choosing. One remains choiceless. And when one is choiceless, one has transcended all contradictions.
… My own observation is this: that whatever a person writes about poem about love, know well he missed. He has not known what love is. Otherwise, who bothers to write poetry about love? If you can love, you will love, rather than write poetry about it.
I have looked into poets and I have never seen that any poet knows what love is. Only mystics know. Love has nothing to do with all those things that have become associated with love. And how you misuse the word! You can go into a cafeteria and you can see people talking, and somebody says, “ I love ice cream!” somebody loves a Cadillac car, and somebody loves his dog, and somebody loves his cat, and somebody loves his woman… and people go on using the word love for anything.
Love knows no object, love is not addressed, love is only of God. When you love your woman, if you really love her, you will see that the woman has disappeared and God is standing there. If you love the tree, you will suddenly see the tree has disappeared and God is very green in it, blooming. Love is only of God. Love is never of the part. Love is only of the whole. Love is almost synonymous with prayerfulness. But we have not known love.
…love is not something that you can do. It happens, it is not a doing in your part. Love is something bigger than you, vaster than you. You cannot manage and manipulate it. Remember this and remain open. Don’t pretend. When it comes, feel grateful; when it disappears, wait again – but don’t pretend.
If you don’t pretend, one day you will see love has arisen, the flower has opened. And whenever love opens in your heart, the fragrance goes to the feet of God. It may take any route – it may go through your child, through your wife, through your husband, through your friend, through a tree, through a rock. It may go through anything, via anything – but it always reaches the divine.
Love is something addressed to the whole. Wait for it. And love is the secret key to open all the locks and all the blocks. And a block is nothing but a lock in your being.
Love is the secret key; it opens all the locks. The master “The Path of Love”
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