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it become your very way of life.
Anand Chandro. Anand means bliss; chandro means moon -- the moon of bliss.
Bliss is more like the moon than like the sun it is not hot, it is cool. It is not fire, it is light. It has an intensity of its own, but there is no feverishness, no passionate excitement. It is a state of no-passion, no desire.
Buddha became enlightened on the full-moon night. The story is that he was born on a full-moon night, he became enlightened on the same night -- the full-moon night -- the same month, he died the same month, on the same full-moon night. It may not have happened historically -- it may have happened because that coincidence is possible -- but though it may not have happened historically, its significance is great.
It has nothing to say about Gautam the Buddha, the man. It says something about the state of Buddhahood: the state of Buddhahood, that state of awakening, is born as a full moon, matures as a full moon, and one day it disappears into the totality as a full moon. That full moon is a symbol, a metaphor: a metaphor for silence, peace, calm, quiet, equilibrium; a metaphor for a poetic existence, for music, for love a metaphor for the mysterious, the miraculous.
Sannyas is the beginning of the search for the miraculous, for the poetic in existence, for the mysterious in ordinary life. It is full of mystery, it is just that we are not aware Nothing is ordinary, nothing can be ordinary because everything is full of God -- how can it be ordinary. Everything is extraordinary... but we are blind.
Sannyas is initiation into a new perceptiveness, into a new way of seeing into things, events, life, existence .
So let these be the guiding lines for you: coolness, calmness, tranquility, equilibrium, poetry, music, beauty, love... And the whole of religion is exhausted in these metaphors. In these few words is contained all that is of worth.
Anand Rupam. Anand means bliss; rupam means beauty.
Bliss is beauty. It is only the blissful heart which becomes beautiful. The flowers of beauty grow only in the soil of bliss. All that is beautiful in life is somehow rooted in the state
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