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of a life which is not worried about destination, which is not worried about having a goal, achievement, but is a sheer enjoyment of the moment. Mm? look, this breeze has come....
It cannot be created, it comes when it comes, but you can dance with it, you can enjoy just as the leaves are enjoying, and then it is gone. Then there is silence -- enjoy that silence.
The sound and the silence, the movement and the stillness: enjoy both and remain free like a breeze, not going in a particular direction. North is as good as south, east is as good as west; all is good, all directions are god's directions. Wherever we end we will end in god, so there is no need to worry.
People who have goals in the mind are always worried, always trembling, afraid:'Is it right to do this thing? Will it help to achieve the goal? Am I going astray? Am I on the right path?' They worry so much, they think and brood so much, that they stop living, they stop breathing.
Don't be worried about the destination; there is none. Existence is herenow, it is not going anywhere. That is the message of a breeze; and love is a spiritual breeze.
And come back; now I can order you to!
Believing the Impossible Before Breakfast
Chapter #3
Chapter title: None
3 February 1978 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 7802035
ShortTitle: BELIEV03
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[A sannyasin says she's pregnant. She'd decided to have an abortion and thought she was happy with the decision, but since then, whenever she thinks about it she feels a tremendous amount of sadness.]
Mm mm. This will be a momentary sadness. If you want to become a mother then you want to get into deeper troubles, because it is not a question that can be easily solved once the child is there. I don't think that you are ready to become a mother right now. But if you want to become one, that's your choice, mm? -- that's your choice. But then you have to take the consequences also. Otherwise, everyday it happens, some sannyasin comes with two, three children, and they want.... Now what to do with those children? -- somebody has to
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