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to inquire within.
My effort is to spread the fire all over the world, to destroy the distinction between East and West. But every hindrance is being created. You all have to take the fire of meditation to your countries. Just small beginnings, and soon it can become a wildfire.
Except for meditation there is no way to know yourself -- in your purity, in your utter innocence, just like a mirror. But you are all vessels of the dharma, of the basic principle. You may recognize it, you may not recognize it. You are carrying it, you are pregnant with it -- whether you give birth or not, that is a different matter. Just a little relaxation, just a little looking inwards, and the doors of immense potentialities open up. You are no more a beggar. Without conquering the world you have conquered the whole universe.
Just conquer yourself.
The rains have come to hear your laughter. (A LOUD AND FAMILIAR LAUGH IS HEARD FROM THE BACK OF THE AUDITORIUM.) And Sardar Gurudayal Singh has started it.
Three sannyasin kids meet in the ashram and start talking together.
"You know," says the German kid, "my uncle is a priest, and all the people call him `holy father.'"
"That's nothing," says the Japanese kid. "My grandfather is a Zen master, and even the emperor touches his feet."
"That's nothing, you guys," says the American kid. "My mother weighs three hundred pounds, and when she walks down the street, people take one look at her and say, `My god!'"
Father Finger has a little trouble with a sixteen-year-old blonde and the police. He goes immediately to see his lawyer, Boris Babblebrain. "If you win the case for me," says Finger, "I'll give you a thousand dollars."
"Okay," agrees Babblebrain, "get some witnesses."
Father Finger searches around his parish and manages to find two old drunks and a bag lady for his witnesses. They tell the right story, and he wins the case.
"I won your case for you," says Babblebrain. "Now, what about my thousand dollars?"
"Okay," replies Father Finger, "just get some witnesses!"
At a chic cocktail party in Hollywood, Sheikh Ali Baba, the fabulously rich oil
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