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The search should be to cease... for nirvana, not for power but to become nothing. The ego cannot ride on nothingness, and that's the beauty and grandeur of nothingness.
Power comes but then that power is never used by the ego. In fact that power is never used by you. It functions without your ever being concerned with it, it functions on its own. You remain blissfully unaware of it. It follows you just like a shadow. You don't think about it, you need not be bothered about it. And the more humble you become, the more silent, the more the power grows, because all the energy that is involved in the ego becomes released; that's your power.
So you have to take a drastic step. Forget all about a power search. And this is my observation, that the people who are in any way searching for spiritual power, sooner or later turn into politicians, become victims of politics. They start moving into politics because there is a logical relationship between the two. So be very conscious. Here with me you have to disappear. And then there is great benediction.
Amito Jalal. Amito can mean two things. One: immortality, and second: that which is immeasurable. And immortality is immeasurable, it cannot be measured. Only mortality can be measured because it has limits -- birth and death. Immortality has no birth, no death, it is immeasurable. Immortality is another name for God. We are immortals but not as 'we.' We are immortals only when we are not. In our not-being is our real existence; in our being we go on missing.
To be is to be finite; not to be is to be infinite. To exist as a person is to exist in the limitations of birth and death -- old age, illness, disease and all. Not to exist as a person means to start existing as a presence. Then there is no beginning and no end; you are co-terminal with existence itself. That is the meaning of 'Amito.'
And the second name I give you is 'Jalal.' It is a sufi name for God -- it means: the beautiful. All beauty is God's. All ugliness is man-created. And wherever you see beauty, worship it. It is divine! The more you worship beauty -- in the sunset, in a human face, in a bird on the wing, in the wind passing
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