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and asked whether anyone wanted to buy a house.

Tell us something about it,

Mulla, the people asked him,

for we did not even know that you had a

house of your own.

Actions speak louder than words! shouted Mulla,

and from his pocket he took a brick

and hurled it on the table in front of them.

This is my evidence! Examine the quality –

and I built the house myself!

272. Love.

When you are with me be completely at ease and relaxed;

that is, be totally yourself.

If you feel like crying, then cry;

if you feel like weeping, then weep –

but just be continually aware.

Do not think about what you are doing,

just be the doing.

And when your senses are shaken like leaves in the wind,

enter this shaking,

because only in such situations is the being revealed.

If a feeling against someone or for someone arises

do not project it on the person in question

but remain centered in yourself,

and you will know a transcendence

which is not of this world at all.

273. Love.

The past is not

nor is the future,

but the mind exists between these two non-existences,

and therefore – the misery.

To live in the mind is to live in misery,

in agony and in hell.

The mind is the hell.

Be aware suddenly of this

and then there is a new opening:

the opening of the present,

the opening of that-which-is.

The present is the only existence

or, it is the existence.

Be in it and you are liberated.

Live in it and there is bliss.

274. Love.

No ideology can help to create a new world

or a new mind

or a new human being,

because ideological orientation itself

is the root cause of all the conflicts and all the miseries.

Thought creates boundaries,

thought creates divisions

and thought creates prejudices.

Thought itself cannot bridge them;

that is why all ideologies fail.

Now man must learn to live without ideologies:

religious, political or otherwise.

When the mind is not tethered to any ideology

it is free to move to new understandings.

And in that freedom flowers all that is good

and all that is beautiful.

275. Love.

A disciple of Rinzai met a party

of three men on a bridge.

One of the three asked him: How deep is the river of meditation?

Find out for yourself, he said,

and offered to throw the questioner from the bridge.

But unfortunately the man ran away from him in time

and escaped.

If you meet such a man, who can throw you in the river,

be fortunate enough to be thrown!

And you have met such a man!

Now be thrown.

276. Love.

You possess only that which will not be lost in death.

All else is illusion –

even the possessor,

because that too will not be able to stand the final shipwreck.

Then find out what is left.

Turn in and meditate.

Discard all that is vulnerable to death.

Say: Not this, not that,

and go deep to the point where nothing more remains to be discarded

– and the illumination.

277. Love.

Nothing great is ever accomplished without going mad,

that is, without breaking through

the ordinary level of consciousness

and letting loose the hidden powers lying further below,

and also penetrating to the realm that is further above.

And it may not be true for any other great thing,

but it is absolutely true as far as meditation is concerned.

Meditation means madness –

of course, with a method!

278. Love.

Detach yourself from all fixed ideas:

they are the killers of all aliveness and innocence –

which are musts for illumination.

Beware of the trap of preconceptions;

they make a stagnant pool of your consciousness,

and to meet the ocean you need a dynamic one.

Be alive and fluid and flowing –

then the goal is not far off.

279. Love.

Meditation is the disciplined opening of the self to God.

Because of fear we are closed, and only love

can become a door.

So love more –

or rather be loving, then there is less fear and less tension,

and you are more open.

This helps meditation as nothing else.

Meditation plus love is the path.

280. Love.

Truth is never secondhand,

it cannot be transferred.

One has to know it and be it oneself.

That is why all tradition falsifies it,

and all scriptures,

and all words,

and in the end it is nothing

but the soup of Mulla Nasruddin…

But first I must tell you the story.

A relative from the country

came to see Nasruddin and brought a duck.

Nasruddin was grateful,

had the bird cooked, and shared it with the guest.

Presently another visitor arrived.

I am a friend, he said, of the man who gave you the duck.

Nasruddin fed him as well.

This happened several times.

Nasruddin's house had become like a restaurant

for out-of-town visitors.

Everyone was a friend of the friend

of the original donor of the duck.

Finally Nasruddin was exasperated.

One day there was a knock at the door and

a stranger appeared.

I am the friend of the friend of the friend of the man

who brought you the duck from the country, he said.

Come in, said Nasruddin.

They seated themselves at the table

and Nasruddin asked his wife to bring the soup.

When the guest tasted it

it seemed to be nothing more than warm water.

What sort of soup is this? he asked the Mulla.

That, said Nasruddin,

is the soup of the soup of the soup of the soup

of the duck.

281. Love.

Man is not a rational animal,

but only a rationalizing one;

and that is more dangerous than just being irrational.

Give me a shot of bourbon and a shot of water –

said the obviously heavy drinker to the bartender.

When the order was placed before him on the bar

the lush pulled a worm from his pocket

and dropped it into the glass of water.

After watching it swim around for a few seconds

the man drew the worm from the water

and dropped it into the whisky.

It wriggled briefly, then curled up and died.

You see that? said the lush to the bartender.

It proves that if you keep on drinking whisky

you will never have worms.

282. Love.

Life is a sermon;

existence preaches in its own way,

but always indirectly –

and that is the beauty of it.

The harmony in nature teaches,

without any intention,

the lesson of balance in life.

Look at a bird on the wing –

and effortlessly you will go into meditation.

Or listen to its song –

and for no reason your heart will move with it.

And when there is no effort on your part

the meditation goes deep and suddenly transforms you;

and when there is no motivation and you move –

the movement is in the divine.

283. Love.

I know your inner condition

more than you know it yourself

because now your inner is not my outer.

Things that are happening to you unconsciously

and even against your conscious will are good.

Welcome them and be grateful,