God is not a person but the ultimate harmony of existence;
it is an orchestra.
it is an orchestra.
Everything is in tune with everything else.
The trees are in tune with the earth, the earth is in tune with the wind, the wind is in tune with the sky, the sky is in tune with the stars, and so on, so forth. There is no hierarchy. Even the smallest blade of grass is as significant as the biggest star.
They ALL contribute to the orchestra of existence.
They ALL enhance it, enrich it.
That unawareness becomes his misery and he starts suffering from his own invented nightmares. Otherwise life is a celebration it is a constant celebration, a continuum, a non-ending festival. We just have to become a little more silent to be able to hear it. And when we are absolutely silent, not only silent but when we are silence — then we disappear, then we are part of this whole cosmic harmony. That is the meeting of man with GOD the UNIVERSE, of the part with the whole.
The dewdrop disappears but becomes the ocean. It is not the loser, it loses nothing. It loses only its small boundaries which were not worth keeping. In fact they were creating this whole trouble: the fear, the trembling, the constant fear that the sun will rise and it will disappear, it will die.
Mahavira has said that man’s life, lived as an ego, is just like a dewdrop hanging on a blade of grass, constantly afraid. Just a small breeze and that’s the end: the dewdrop falls to the earth and disappears.
Or soon the morning will be there and the sun will rise and the dewdrop will evaporate. How can one live surrounded by so much death? All our boundaries are in fact drawn by our death; we are defined by our death. The moment we lose our boundaries we lose our death too.
Remember that meditation is succeeding if you become more and more alert of the great music that is always there — it just needs a sympathetic ear.
Everything is going on in such deep accord,
but man remain unaware of it.
That unawareness becomes his misery and he starts suffering from his own invented nightmares. Otherwise life is a celebration it is a constant celebration, a continuum, a non-ending festival. We just have to become a little more silent to be able to hear it. And when we are absolutely silent, not only silent but when we are silence — then we disappear, then we are part of this whole cosmic harmony. That is the meeting of man with GOD the UNIVERSE, of the part with the whole.
We disappear in one sense, we dissolve in one sense — as an ego, as a person — but we become the whole, so in another sense we ARE for the first time.
The dewdrop disappears but becomes the ocean. It is not the loser, it loses nothing. It loses only its small boundaries which were not worth keeping. In fact they were creating this whole trouble: the fear, the trembling, the constant fear that the sun will rise and it will disappear, it will die.
Mahavira has said that man’s life, lived as an ego, is just like a dewdrop hanging on a blade of grass, constantly afraid. Just a small breeze and that’s the end: the dewdrop falls to the earth and disappears.
Or soon the morning will be there and the sun will rise and the dewdrop will evaporate. How can one live surrounded by so much death? All our boundaries are in fact drawn by our death; we are defined by our death. The moment we lose our boundaries we lose our death too.
When we are eternal, then when we are infinite.
Remember that meditation is succeeding if you become more and more alert of the great music that is always there — it just needs a sympathetic ear.
Meditation creates that ear, that heart.
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