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can be very easily done
the way of philosophy is long and unending
and the way of mysticism is short
if one is courageous enough
one can attain it instantly
this very moment
the dimension of bliss
is the dimension of absolute silence
the same silence that prevails
on high mountains on higher altitudes
on virgin peaks -- undisturbed
bliss
is not to be made synonymous only with silence
it is silent
but it is a silence with a difference
it is a dancing silence
it is a singing silence
it is not dead
and that too you will feel
at the altitudes of the mountains
the silence is there
but the silence has a totally different quality
it is not the silence of the cemetery
when you go to the graveyard there is silence
but something is dead and stinking
we can hide it
we can make beautiful graveyards
with marble, with trees, bushes, roses
but those corpses are there
howsoever we hide them they jump out
they show their faces
with all the facades we cannot deny death
death has happened
death prevails there in the graveyard
there is no song in it, there is no dance in it
there is no music, no poetry
it is a negative kind of silence
but the silence that prevails on the himalayan peaks
where snow never melts
for millions of years the snow has never melted
where no footprints are left
that virginity, that silence, that purity
that crisp coolness is not dead; it is very much alive
you can hear the heartbeat of it
you can hear
the Sound
of one hand
Clapping
the same happens within when bliss is attained
you are silent yet your silence is a song
and that has to be constantly remembered
if silence alone happens it is not worth much
if song alone happens it is not worth much
silence alone is dead, song alone is feverish
when silence and song meet
then the deadness and the feverishness
both disappear
and
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