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and there is no end to it.

Feel it here and now!

Please do not practice it

because that is the way of the utilitarian mind.

Be playful

and only then will you know the playfulness

of the universe.

And to know that is to be religious.

253. Love.

Do not continue moving in the old rut –

and the way out is just by your hand.

The mind is the past, the dead past;

one has to break it somewhere and jump out of it

The mind is the prison, the slavery.

Be free of it.

And the moment is ripe.

Of course I know that you are still not clearly aware of it

but you are not unaware either.

Gather courage and jump into the unknown.

Just one step is enough

because the next follows it automatically.

But do not go on thinking and thinking and thinking.

Thinking promises to lead you somewhere

but the promise remains always a promise,

because thinking is just impotent

as far as life is concerned.

So please, be existential.

Do not hesitate.

And you have nothing to lose – because you

have nothing!

Realize this and be nothing – no-one.

254. Love.

Life is movement,

process,

fluidity;

but ideas become fixed,

so they become also anti-life.

They become dead blocks.

Do not remain with them.

Move.

And do not fear inconsistency

because life is not a syllogism,

life is not a theory

but a mystery.

Someone asked Mulla Nasruddin: How old are you, Mulla?

Forty.

But you said the same last time I asked you, five years ago!

Yes, I am always consistent and always stand by

what I have said.

255. Love.

Mind means consciousness somewhere –

centered,

focused and tense.

Meditation means consciousness nowhere,

and when it is nowhere it is everywhere –

decentralized.

Unfocused and non-tense.

Mind is agony by its very nature,

meditation – ecstasy.

Do not treat consciousness like a cat tied to a string.

This very treatment –

or mistreatment –

creates the mind.

The consciousness must be left

to itself, utterly free

to move and be

according to its nature.

Do not localize it.

Do not be partial.

This is the essence of my discipline of no-discipline.

Preserve the absolute fluidity of your consciousness

and then you will not be,

and when you are not and only consciousness is

then for the first time the doors of the divine

are open to you.

256. Love.

Yes, man learns by experience!

Two old drunkards

were in the habit of coming together twice a week

to the wine-seller to get drunk.

After years of this one of them died.

His old friend came in on the Saturday

and they told him his pal had died –

that the whisky had been taken into blood circulation

and so saturated his blood and his breath

that one night before going to bed

the old man went to blow out the candle

and his breath caught fire and he was burned to death.

The other man promptly called for a Bible

and took an oath that from that time forward

he would never blow out another candle in his life!

Yes, man learns by experience!

257. Love.

Do not imitate anyone,

do not follow anyone,

otherwise you will be just a pseudo existence –

and that is worse than suicide.

Be yourself –

and only then

can you be responsible

and authentic and real.

But ordinarily everyone is just secondhand and borrowed,

and that makes everything ugly.

Mulla Nasruddin went to a mosque and sat down.

His shirt was rather short

and the man behind him pulled it lower,

thinking it looked unseemly.

Nasruddin immediately pulled the shirt of the man

in front of him.

What are you doing? asked the man in front.

Don’t ask me, ask the man behind – he started it,

said Nasruddin.

258. Love.

The real religious experience

cannot be organized, taught or transmitted.

To systematize it is to kill it.

It is so living and moving and dynamic

that to impose a pattern on it is impossible;

and the experience is always so unique and individual

that it cannot be put into any category –

although it happens when the individual is not.

It cannot be followed,

for everyone has to find it for himself,

and that is the beauty of it,

and also its freedom and virginity.

It is not new in the sense of any opposition to the old,

it is new in the sense of timelessness –

that is, eternally fresh and innocent –

as every flower is new

and every sunrise is new

and every love is new.

It is not borrowed from the past,

it is not based on any tradition,

it is not derived from without,

it happens within,

without any causality.

It happens unconditionally.

It is not continuous with the mind,

it is a discontinuous explosion.

There are clouds in the sky

and the sky cannot be seen,

but there is no causal chain.

The clouds have gone

and the sky is clear

but there is no cause-and-effect relationship.

The sky has not even known the clouds!

It has not been affected by them in any way whatsoever.

259. Love.

Life becomes more authentic

in the direct encountering of death.

But we always try to escape the fact of death,

and so life becomes pseudo and phony.

Even death, when authentic, has a beauty of its own

while pseudo-life is just ugly.

Meditate on death

because there is no way to know life

unless you stand face to face with death.

And it is everywhere;

wherever life is death is also.

They are really two aspects of one and the

same phenomenon,

and when one comes to know this, one transcends both.

Only in that transcendence is the total flowering of consciousness

and the ecstasy of being.

260. Love.

Man adds everything to his ego –

while everything goes on without him.

He is nothing,

but he thinks himself everything.

Mulla Nasruddin was walking past a well

when he had the impulse to look into it.

It was night, and as he peered

into the deep water

he saw the moon’s reflection there.

I must save the moon! the Mulla thought,

otherwise she will never wane

and the fasting month of Ramadan

will never come to an end.

He found a rope, threw it in and called down:

Hold tight! Keep bright, help is at hand!

The rope caught in a rock inside the well

and Nasruddin heaved as hard as he could.

Straining back he suddenly felt the rope give way

as it became loose and he was thrown on his back.

As he lay there panting

he saw the moon riding in the sky above.

Glad to be of service, said Nasruddin.

Just as well I came along, wasn’t it?

261. Love.

Are you really aware of what anger is?

Are you really aware of it when it is present?

I ask these questions

because man is never present in the present.

Man lives in the past

and only becomes aware of anything

when it has become a part of his memory.

One becomes aware of anger and sadness

only when they are all over,

and then awareness is just pseudo-awareness;