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a sunset then closing your eyes is foolish. Keep your eyes wide open because ears cannot see, just as eyes cannot hear.
Doubt is perfectly right in the objective world and trust is perfectly right in the subjective world. For the outside journey use the vehicle of doubt and for the inner pilgrimage use trust. That's how I would like to bring a synthesis into humanity: one should be capable of both. But if it is impossible to be capable of both then it is better to choose trust. If there is a question of choice then trust has to be chosen. If it is possible to synthesize both that is far better.
ONE IS FUN
Ordinarily we exist as separate entities. That very separation is the cause of our misery. We have to dissolve our egos into the whole. Don't exist like an ice cube. Melt, become one with the river -- that is my message -- melting, merging, becoming one with the whole. And then suddenly all silence is yours, all blissfulness is yours. The moment you dissolve your ego, anxieties, anguishes, all go. The same energy that was invested in tensions, depressions, anxieties, is released. The same energy becomes your dance, your celebration.
William Blake is right when he says energy is delight. When you have too much energy suddenly your whole being is afire with the joy of being.
I have chosen orange for my sannyasins as a symbol for becoming afire. It represents fire in two ways. First, it has to consume your ego and second, it has to give you the eternity of light, love, laughter.
LOVE -- NOT JUST INSPIRATION, IT'S INCINERATION
(That's why most people warm their hands by the hearth rather than lose their hearts.)
They talk about it, they read poetry about it, they go and see a film about it, but it is always about it; they keep a certain distance, they don't get involved in it. It seems risky and it is certainly risky because it will destroy your ego, it will consume your ego. It is fire for the ego.
But blessed are those who take the risk and jump into the fire of love, like a moth dancing around a lit candle, dancing madly and then finally jumping into the flame. Yes, to all onlookers the moth dies but
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