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consists of light.

Matter is an illusion

It only appears because we cannot see clearly

Because we cannot penetrate deeply --

That's why it appears, otherwise it disappears.

There is only light, an immense ocean of light

And we are waves in that immense ocean.

To know it is not only to be transformed

To know it is to be reborn.

The old dies totally

And something absolutely new arrives

Which is not connected with the other at all --

It is disconnected, discontinuous.

It is the death of the old

And the resurrection of the new.

And once you feel yourself as just light

You will start feeling others also as pure light.

Then life is a dance of light, an eternal dance.

And to know this is to know what delight is.

Delight is the experience

That life is made of the stuff called light.

Then there is only celebration.

When there is no darkness

There is no death, no hell, no misery.

There is eternal celebration, halleluja!

We have been here forever

And we are going to be here forever.

Every person is born with a divine voice

Although we never hear it.

It is a still small voice.

It is the voice of god.

But our heads are so full of other voices --

Voice of America...

And there are a thousand and one voices.

We can't hear the still small voice.

And in our heads all the stations are on

Simultaneously;

It is so noisy inside that even if god shouts

You won't hear.

And he never shouts, he whispers.

Love always whispers

Because to shout is a little violent.

Love knows to wait, hence god waits.

Love knows to hope, hence god hopes.

If not today, then tomorrow...

Some dau you are going to hear.

Sannyas is nothing but an effort

To make your noisy mind a little quieter

So that you can hear your own voice.

Once you have heard it your life is transfomed.

Then you don't need any Bible, any Gita, any Koran.

You have your own Bible, your own

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