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he is trying to compensate. He is suffering deep down; talking about bliss he is trying to create an illusion for himself.
It is almost always the people who have failed in love who write poetry about love; otherwise, who has time to write poetry about love? One should love, rather. When you know how to cook, you cook; you don't go on writing about how to cook beautiful foods. You simply prepare beautiful food, nourishing food. It is always the people who have missed the train who talk about love and who talk about bliss and who talk about truth. Otherwise there is no need -- one simply lives it. One's life becomes a message! And that is the only true message.
Just look at your saints. They cannot be blissful, they are so egoistic. Their whole mind is full of nothing but ego. If you look into their eyes you will find only one message written in thousands of ways: holier-than-thou, a deep condemnation for you, a deep condemnation for all people, a deep condemnation for everything that exists.
"What a dust I raise!" said the fly on the chariot wheel.
Look into the eyes of your so-called saints and you will see only that:'What a dust I raise!" Just flies raising much dust, making much fuss, much ado about nothing. Yes, they are full of words, theories, hypotheses, but a blind man can be very much acquainted with all the theories about light -- that does not help him to see.
A flea sits down on the flap of a box of corn flakes, takes out a deckchair, sunglasses and suntan lotion, and begins to sun himself.
Suddenly he sees another flea run quickly past him. He settles down into his deckchair when out of nowhere the flea races past from the other direction. This scene -- the flea running past from one direction then the other -- goes on for a while.
Unable to contain his curiosity the first flea grabs the second one as he is running past. "Hey! What's your hurry? What are you doing?"
Gasping for breath the second flea mutters, "Can't stop now. It says,'Tear across the dotted line.'"
Yes, your saints are full of words, scriptures. They have read much, studied a great deal, but that does not make them knowers.
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