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different. It comes out of understanding how much existence has given to you. It comes out of the experience of the beauty that you are surrounded by -- the stars, the sun, the moon, the flowers, the rainbows, the clouds, the people. Your very own being, this whole miracle, this whole mysterious universe, has been given to you. You have not deserved pure gift, a sheer gift, but you have not even thanked god for it.
When you become aware of this tremendous gift a great praise arises in your heart. That praise asks nothing, in fact it is a thankfulness, a gratitude. It is prayer. Then it has tremendous beauty. Only such praise is religious, only such praise is prayer. You are in no way trying to use god, you are simply thanking him for all that he has already done. You are simply saying "I am not worthy of it. You have given me so much I cannot contain it. Your love is great!"
This praise arises in the heart like a perfume and starts rising towards the heavens. And this is the only prayer that is ever heard, no other prayer reaches god. And this is the miracle, that only such a man will be showered with more and more bliss -- although he had not asked for it. His gratitude makes him capable of receiving more. His openness makes him capable of absorbing more beauty, more joy, more music. His whole being becomes a garden full of flowers. And that's what I want my sannyasins to be, people of real prayer.
The Miracle
Chapter #4
Chapter title: None
4 August 1980 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 8008045
ShortTitle: DDMIRA04
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[NOTE: This is an unedited tape transcript of an unpublished darshan diary, which has been scanned and cleaned up. It is for reference purposes only.]
Misery is rooted in our weakness. We are so weak, that's why we go on clinging, clinging to anything. We cannot remain without clinging for a single moment. We always need supports, props, and those supports and props keep us crippled.
Life becomes a bliss only when you are capable of dancing, when you are ready to climb the unknown peaks of consciousness, when you are
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