This is the basic alchemy: you watch, witness without any judgment. There is no need of any judgment. That which is wrong will disappear, leaving a great energy behind. And that which is good will become bigger and will start absorbing the energies that have been left; only a great fragrance of love, light, and laughter remains behind.
Never to compromise, whatsoever the cost. Even at the cost of losing your life, don’t compromise. A compromised man is a castrated man. A man who dies for his individuality and freedom dies with joy, and all the blessings of existence are his.
Life is just an opportunity, an opening. It depends what you make of it. It depends on you what meaning, what color, what song, what poetry, what dance you give to it. Life is a creative challenge.
Meditation is the only thing with an absolute guarantee that nothing goes wrong with it. It only reveals your existence to yourself — how can anything go wrong? And you are not doing anything; you are really stopping doing everything. You are stopping thinking, feeling, doing — a full stop to all your actions. Only consciousness remains, because that is not your action, it is you.
Meditation is never about something. Meditation is a state. You can be in it; it is not something that you have to do — not even thinking, not even contemplating.
My approach always is: whatsoever God has given to you must be a subtle necessity of your soul, otherwise it would not have been given in the first place.
Dance your aloneness, sing your aloneness, live your aloneness!
When you go in a temple and do a prayer, it is not prayer; but when, after compassion, gratitude arises, the whole existence becomes the temple. Whatsoever you touch it becomes a prayer; whatsoever you do it becomes prayerful. You cannot be otherwise. Deeply rooted, anchored in meditation, deeply flowing into compassion, you cannot be otherwise. You become prayer, you become gratitude.
Religion cannot be anything other than a celebration of life. And the serious person becomes handicapped: he creates barriers. He cannot dance, he cannot sing, he cannot celebrate. The very dimension of celebration disappears from his life. He becomes desert-like. And if you are a desert, you can go on thinking and pretending that you are religious but you are not.
Prayer is a state of simplicity. It is NOT of words but of silence.
My truth is my truth. It’s my experience. I can talk about it, I can sing songs in its praise, I can dance it. I can show you my ecstasy — but still, that which has been experienced remains unexpressed. No scripture has been able to express it. All scriptures are efforts to express, but all efforts have failed: truth is inexpressible. The scriptures simply show the compassion of the people who attained, but they don’t prove that the compassion has succeeded in expressing the truth.
