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distance you are seeing. If you are just a student you will see his beautiful words, arguments, ideology. If you are seeing him as a disciple you will see him much more in his silences than in his words, much more in his presence than in his presentation, much more in his eyes than the ideas and the philosophies he is talking about, much more in his gestures, in his grace.
But if you are looking at him from the space of a devotee, then you will see only a mirror, in which your ultimate being is reflected.
So what you will see depends, as far as you are concerned ... It will depend on where you are, where you are standing, at what distance. But as far as the master is concerned, whatever your distance, he sees only two things: what you are right now and what your potential is, which can explode any moment. He will see in your bud the open flower, with the fragrance released.
But there are many who may not even be students, who may be just spectators or just curiosity-mongers. In them the master sees nothing. They are so far away in darkness that it is impossible to see who they are and what they can become. Their distance is too great and they are surrounded with such darkness. Neither will they be able to see anything in the master ... perhaps a faraway echo of his words, but nothing more.
Hymie Goldberg entered the synagogue and began to pray, "Dear God," said Hymie, "please let me win the lottery."
Then he left the synagogue and went home. Nothing happened that day so he returned to the synagogue the next day. "Please, God," beseeched Hymie, "please won't you let me win the lottery?"
He went home and again there were no results, so he arrived back in the synagogue the following morning. "Almighty God," Hymie wailed, "I beg of you, let me win the lottery!"
Suddenly, he heard God's reply, "Hymie!" God thundered. "Meet me at least halfway! Buy a lottery ticket!"
Even without a lottery ticket he wants to win the lottery, just by asking God! Obviously, only to such people has God ever spoken. They irritate so much that he forgets that he's not supposed to speak. Now this fellow will torture him every day ... and
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