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life it happens continuously that you go on making arrangements about the useless, and about the most essential you become completely oblivious.
What is your name? The name with which you have become acquainted as yourself is just a given name, it is just utilitarian. Any other name will do just the same. You are called Ram, you can be called Hari, it will not make any difference. What is your real name? What is your original face? Who are you? You will make big houses, you will purchase big cars, you will manage this and that, and when you die you will leave a big account in the bank -- all nonessential, and without ever going for the real quest of who you are.
The bull means your energy -- the unknown strange energy that you are, the tremendous energy out of which you have come into being, which goes on growing in you like a tree. What this energy is -- that is the meaning of the bull.
IN THE PASTURE OF THIS WORLD,
I ENDLESSLY PUSH ASIDE THE TALL GRASSES IN SEARCH OF THE BULL.
What are the tall grasses? Symbolic. Poetry talks in symbols. Painting paints the symbols, poetry talks the symbols. Desires are the tall grasses in which your bull is lost. So many desires, pulling you to this side and that. So many desires! Constantly a tug-of-war: one desire pulls you to the south, another to the north.
In a small school the teacher asked, "Now, can anyone tell me where we find mangoes?"
"Yes, teacher," replied a little boy. "Wherever woman goes -- man goes."
Wherever woman goes.... Man goes on following the woman, the woman goes on following the man. The whole of life is just a running after this desire or that. Finally, nothing is attained; only frustrated dreams, a heap of frustrated dreams. Look back -- what have you attained? You have been running and running -- where have you reached? These are the tall grasses.
Money attracts, power attracts -- and without asking oneself: Why should I run after these things? we go on running. In fact, because the whole society is running, every child gets the disease by inheritance. Everybody is running -- the child learns by imitation. The father is running, the mother
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