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reaches to the ultimate heights of being.
Ninth, GITANJALI. It means 'an offering of songs'. It is the work of Rabindranath Tagore, for which he got the Nobel prize.
And the tenth is the songs of Milarepa -- THE ONE THOUSAND SONGS OF MILAREPA -- that's how it is called in Tibetan.
No one spoke.
The host,
the guest,
nor the white chrysanthemum.
Ahhh!... so beautiful... the white chrysanthemum. Aahhh, so beautiful. Words are so poor. I cannot describe what is being brought to me.
The white chrysanthemum.
No one spoke.
The host,
the guest,
the white chrysanthemum.
Good. Because of this beauty, my ears are incapable of even hearing the noise, my eyes are filling with tears.
Tears are the only words the unknown can speak,
the language of silence.
Books I Have Loved
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1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, Oregon, USA
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I apologize because this morning I did not mention a few books that I should have mentioned. I was so overwhelmed by Zarathustra, Mirdad, Chuang Tzu, Lao Tzu, Jesus and Krishna that I forgot a few of the books which are even far more significant. I could not believe how I could forget Kahlil Gibran's THE PROPHET. It is still torturing me. I want to unburden -- that's why I say I am sorry, but not to anybody in particular.
How could I forget the book which is the ultimate: THE BOOK of the Sufis! Perhaps I forgot because it contains nothing, just empty pages. For twelve hundred years Sufis have been carrying THE BOOK with tremendous respect, opening its pages and studying it. One wonders what they study. When you face an empty page for a long time, you are bound to rebounce upon yourself. That is the real study -- the work.
How could I forget THE BOOK? Now who will forgive me? THE BOOK should have been the first to have been mentioned not the last. It cannot be transcended. How can you create a better book than one which contains nothing, and the message of nothingness?
Nothingness
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