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name you want -- God, liberation, nirvana, being, non-being, whatever you like -- fullness, emptiness, whatever; it is nameless within -- submerge yourself in this. By your just dropping into it questions start gradually disappearing.
I am not saying you will find answers -- the questions just dissolve. And when the questions dissolve your very consciousness becomes the answer. I am not saying you get an answer. When you become questionless the joy of life, the great auspicious blessing comes raining down. You dance, you shout and sing. Samadhi has flowered. Then you don't ask anything -- there is nothing to ask. Then life is not a question, life is a mystery. It is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived, to be danced, to be sung. A mystery to be celebrated.
Go in. Beyond the body, beyond the mind, beyond emotions -- go in deeper and deeper! "Life long I could not find out, What is affection? Where is love? And where do the flowers spread their perfume?" A fragrance seems to be arising -- where does it come from? Life is, its shadow falls here, but where is its root? Reflections are shimmering, but where is the original? Echoes reverberate in the mountains, but where is the original sound? "Life long I could not find out, What is affection? Where is love? And where do the flowers spread their perfume? A bride of sighs I met and for my grief a laugh. Life long I could not find out, What is fragrance? Where is the pollen? And where do the clouds rain?"
But the clouds rain -- in your deepest interiority. Flowers give off their perfume -- in your innermost center. The fragrance is in the musk deer's navel. This fragrance that surrounds you and has become a question -- where does it arise? This fragrance is yours, it is no one else's. If you look for it outside it will become a mirage, it will spread the net of maya, taking you on an endless journey. The day you look within, the door of the temple opens. That day you will reach to your fragrant center. Love is there, divinity is there.
The mind gets caught up outside. Mind says, "I'll go inside, but a little later on." "Supported by some desire, I stand
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