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no sun rays reach, but one day, suddenly you see green sprouts coming out. The seed grows only in secrecy, in privacy.
Being with my people and with me, there is no problem; nobody is going to think you mad. In fact, everybody is going to think: When will the blissful day come that I also taste of the same divine, of the same wine, of the same madness?
But it is one of the psychological facts: to keep anything secret is very difficult, one wants to tell it to others. It is said that if you want your wife to hear you, don't say it loudly and don't say it to her. Whisper it to somebody else and she will hear everything. If you want to spread news in the city -- true or false it does not matter -- just tell it to a woman.
We have in India an ancient parable: A poor woman purchased a beautiful bangle. She had been collecting money her whole life -- only then was she able to purchase a golden bangle. And now there was a problem: she went around the city showing everybody her bangle, but nobody asked anything about it. It was a rich city, and to the people it was a poor bangle; why should they bother to ask about it? She was so disappointed that she came back in the evening and set her poor cottage on fire. The whole town gathered there and she was beating her chest and shouting, "I am destroyed!"
At that moment a man said, "It is very sad that your house is burning, but you have really a beautiful bangle."
She said, "If you had met me before, you could have saved my house from burning. It was so much in my heart that somebody should ask about the bangle that I could not find any other way to advertise it, so I set fire to my house. Everybody is bound to come, somebody is bound to ask. Although I have lost my house, I am perfectly released from a deep burden: somebody has appreciated my bangle. It was my whole life's effort."
It is difficult to keep your ecstasy, your joy, your madness a secret. But keep it a secret as long as possible, unless it starts overflowing, and you are helpless.
Al Hillaj Mansoor used to shout, "Ana'l haq! -- I am God!" His master, Junnaid, said to him, "Ana'l haq is perfectly right. I also know
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