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much into his painting, yet once the painting is finished he never looks at it again, he is finished with it.
Psychologists have been perplexed, have been very much intrigued by it; why is it so? The person was putting so much energy for years together into writing a book and yet when the book is published he never reads it. He was putting so much life and energy into it -- for what? Psychologists have missed the point: the point is not the outcome, the point is the joy that is derived while they are creating it. The point is not in when the book or the poem or the painting is finished. The joy is while they are doing it, the joy is in its very creation. In that moment they are intoxicated with creation, they are lost in it. It is meditative. They participate with God in that moment, it is their prayer.
I call a thing important for no other reason than this: that you are lost in it. For example, I am talking to you. It is important because I am lost in it. I have forgotten the whole world; here only you exist for me and nobody else! It is important. Whether anything will come out of it or not is immaterial, irrelevant. I enjoy it -- looking into you, communing with you. I enjoy the way you listen and receive it. The result has no value, the very process is important.
So drop that idea of doing something important. And you will be able to do many important things, why just one? But my feeling is that you should do a few more groups -- then start working, mm? Have you booked for any groups?
Do Encounter, then the second group is Primal and the third, Tantra, these three. Then remind me again. By that time the idea of importance will have gone. Then we can start doing important things, right? Good!
Let Go!
Chapter #4
Chapter title: None
4 April 1978 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 7804045
ShortTitle: LETGO!04
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[A sannyasin is leaving with her two children. She says: I really love you, and I feel a lot has happened here.]
And this love is such that it is going to grow every day -- it knows no end. Love remains only if it goes on growing.
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