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season, it will come. One day you will be surprised; you had completely forgotten it, but it was working underneath, underground. It worked hard, and now it is there:
And it is the same with thoughts. Each thought is a potential possibility. Just drop it inside your consciousness and forget about it. In the right time, the right season, suddenly it will surprise you. It has been collecting energy, momentum, choosing, directing, and suddenly one day you see it is there. It has become a realised fact.
So when I ask when you will be coming, I don't mean plan for it. I simply mean let there be a simple thought about it. Because if you don't have any thought, your mind becomes vagrant. You become accidental. Then anything goes -- and anything takes you away from your situation. One thing leads to another, another thing leads to another, and there is no sequence.
Life becomes haphazard -- as if a book has lost its cover and the papers have got mixed. Then you can go on reading, but it makes no sense; no meaning comes out of it.
In the West this is happening too much. In the name of spontaneity, the accidental is being praised. That's not right. Planning is wrong, and being accidental is as wrong as planning. Just between the two somewhere, there is a balance -- no planning, but no drifting also.
And to catch that point is to catch a great key. Otherwise, millions of things are happening all around. If you move accidentally, with no idea as a seed in your being -- to choose, to judge, to leave this and not leave that, to decide, to commit -- if you have nothing, no criterion inside, then you fall into pieces and you start moving in many directions together. You will fall apart.
And that creates a sort of madness. Integrity is lost. A mad person is one who has lost his orientation; one who has lost his roots, the sense of direction.
So never plan and never drift. My message is difficult, because both these are simple. Planning is very simple. The orthodox mind goes on planning; the square mind goes on planning. Drifting is simple -- that's a reaction. You don't plan. You simply drift wherever; whatsoever leads you, you are
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