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desire to cry. That crying is not out of sadness. Those tears are more valuable than any pulse. Those tears are still warm, those tears are still alive, and those tears are saying that you have touched something beyond words, beyond mind. They are of immense joy and gratefulness, sensitivity and helplessness -- helplessness because you cannot express what you are experiencing in words.
In fact anything that is great in life has no reason.
Once Picasso was painting by the side of a rosebush and a man was standing there watching for almost an hour. Finally he could not resist the temptation and said to Picasso, "Excuse me, sir, but I cannot see any reason for what you are painting. I have looked at it from every side ... I can't even figure out what it is!"
Picasso looked at him and said, "Just look at the roses. Go to them and try to find out why they are there. I am so much harassed and nobody asks the birds, nobody asks the peacock, `Why this beautiful tail, with so many beautiful colors?' Nobody asks the cuckoo -- the sound is so sweet, almost incomparably sweet -- nobody asks the trees, `Why are you green?' And every idiot comes to me to ask, `What are you doing, what is the meaning of it?' Go to God and ask him, `What is the meaning of this whole universe?' I am a small creator, he is a big creator ... Just go -- perhaps he knows the reason."
But I know, if you meet God, he will not know the reason either. What reason can he supply for why he painted the peacock's feathers so beautifully? What was the reason? Why has he given a long white tail to the bird of paradise?
You will find it here in my garden. It comes and goes seasonally. Just two days ago, it came again. For a few months it had disappeared. It has such a white tail, so snow-white, and the bird is very small and black. And such a small bird, carrying such a long white tail -- it does not make any sense. Because of the tail, the bird can hardly fly. He simply jumps from one tree to another tree. Now what reason could there be? But he is so beautiful, just the combination of colors is so beautiful.
Beauty need not be rational; nor does bliss need to be rational,
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