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will be gone. A child will come running and will pick the flower. A peacock will come rushing and eat it. Or anything may happen -- no child comes and no peacock and no wind but by the evening it will be gone. Even if nothing happens, then too it will be gone.

But that is the beauty of the rose flower, that's why it is so beautiful, because it lives surrounded by death, it challenges death, it challenges the winds. Such a small, tiny flower and such a great challenge and it rises out of all difficulties and out of all dangers . . . even if it is only for a few minutes or few hours, that doesn't matter, time is immaterial. But it has its own day, it has lived. It has talked with the winds and talked with the sun and the moon and looked at the clouds. And there was joy, there was great passion! Then it dies; it doesn't cling. A clinging rose flower will be ugly; only human beings become that ugly. When the time comes it simply dies and disappears into the earth from where it came. There is no external security, no internal security. Insecurity is the very stuff that life is made of.

That is the difference between my work and other teachers' work -- they give you security, I take away all security from you. I make you aware of the beauties of life -- its risks, dangers, its insecurities. I make you more sensitive. And in that greater sensitivity there is great challenge and adventure. Then one does not bother whether tomorrow is going to happen or not; today is more than enough. If we can love, if we can live, this day is more than enough.

A single moment of deep love is eternity. Who bothers about security? The very idea arises out of greed, the very idea arises out of ego. Call it internal, call it external; it won't make any difference. One has to look through and through and one has to see that there is no security and that it is not possible in the very situation of existence. In that very moment a great revolution has moved into your being; you are metamorphosed.

Jesus calls that moment 'metanoia'. You are converted . . . not that you become a christian or you become a catholic or a protestant. In that moment you are no more worldly.

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