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go from house to house, kissing small babies. In a small park there were at least two dozen babies with one woman. The politician thought, "My god!" And all those babies were dirty, smelly, their noses running, and he had to kiss all of them just to convince the woman that he was the right candidate. Then he told the woman, "Remember, this is my name and I am running for president."
She said, "I will remember. You are so kind."
Then he asked the woman, "Just one question arises -- are all these children yours?"
She said, "No, not a single one."
The politician said, "Not a single one? What are you doing here?"
She said, "I am just keeping an eye on them. Their mothers have gone to a conference."
He said, "Fuck you, you noodle! Why didn't you tell me before? I had to kiss all these brats -- they all seem to be Italians, full of spaghetti -- and you didn't stop me!" All that kissing was just political, diplomatic.
Unless your life arises from your spontaneity, from your very empty heart, it is going to be just superficial. And with the superficial you cannot be blissful; with the superficial you are going to remain miserable. Only with the truth is there the beginning of a different kind of life -- of joy, of bliss, of dance. Then your whole being is full of songs. Then all your actions are poetic. Then your very presence has a grace, a beauty which is not of the body. It is radiating from the body but it is coming from the deep sources of your own empty heart.
Upon his enlightenment a Zen monk wrote:
YOU, BEFORE ME STANDING,
OH, MY ETERNAL SELF!
SINCE MY FIRST GLIMPSE
YOU HAVE BEEN MY SECRET LOVE.
At the moment of death you cannot think about what movie is running in a certain theater. When death is standing before you, you cannot think of anything else. The Zen monk is saying in this small haiku:
YOU, BEFORE ME STANDING, OH, MY ETERNAL SELF!
In the mirror of death he has seen his original face. All things are dropped, all concerns are dropped, all preoccupations are dropped.
SINCE MY FIRST GLIMPSE YOU HAVE BEEN MY SECRET LOVE.
You are all in search
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