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A SEEKER SAID TO BUDDHA:
'I DO NOT ASK FOR WORDS; I DO NOT ASK FOR SILENCE.'
BUDDHA JUST SAT QUIETLY.
THE SEEKER SAID ADMIRINGLY:
'THE COMPASSION OF THE WORLD-HONOURED ONE
HAS OPENED THE CLOUDS OF MY ILLUSION
AND HAS ENABLED ME TO ENTER ON THE PATH.'
MAKING HIS SALUTATIONS, HE DEPARTED.
ANANDA THEN ASKED BUDDHA:
'WHAT WAS IT THIS STRANGER REALISED
THAT HE SO PRAISED YOU?'
THE WORLD-HONOURED ONE REPLIED:
'A HIGH CLASS HORSE MOVES EVEN AT
THE SHADOW OF THE WHIP.'
Anand means bliss and pragita means a song; a song of bliss. And I would like you to sing, to dance. Create a life around celebration -- that should become the most fundamental thing; everything else should be secondary. So whenever anything happens, delight in it, accept it as a gift of God. It is through singing and music and dance that you will grow.
And there is no need to be trained in them. Singing needs no training. The birds go on singing without any training. They have never entered any school, never learned anything anywhere. Only man has forgotten the natural way to sing and to dance. So just be natural about it. It is not a performance -- it is just an expression of your joy....
[A sannyasin asks: ... things are going great and everything is okay -- but... the same old uglies keep coming up over and over again: the same impatience, the need to control, the same carelessness, the same absent-mindedness... since this is still happening after two years of silence, maybe I'm stuck, and that I should break out of silence and do a few groups. So that's my question: as to whether I'm stuck, and whether this sense of well-being I have is just my mind playing tricks.]
No, no, nothing. It is really happening, but still problems can continue. The being is so vast that problems can continue in a corner. On the whole you can feel a very great well-being, a very great silence and happiness, and still somewhere, in a dark corner of the heart, one's problems can continue and can go on creating their noise. There is nothing wrong in it. Man is vast !
We ordinarily think that we are confined
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