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valuable.
The really valuable is available only to the other type -- the poetic, the non-logical, intuitive, feminine, the introvert.
So let that quality of poetry be spread all over your life, and when I say that I mean exactly, precisely, what I am saying. A person can walk in the way of poetry or can walk in the way of prose. When you go to the office your walking has the quality of prose. When you just go for a walk it has the quality of poetry. The appearance may not be very different but the inner feel is totally different.
The poetic is significant but may not have any utilitarian purpose. Its significance is intrinsic -- it is not a means to some other goal. It is not a means to some other end... it is its own end in itself.
So when a person has just gone for a morning walk he is not going anywhere. Whether he goes to the south or the north does not matter; whether he goes one mile or two miles does not matter. From where he turns back does not matter. These are irrelevant things, because he is not going anywhere -- the whole purpose was just to enjoy the walk. Mm? that is the quality of poetry.
Poetry does not mean anything; its meaning is not that of prose. In a way it is meaningless. It is beautiful, it is significant, but it is meaningless.
I have heard about a great poet whose wife was studying in the university. There she had to read one of his poems. It was a difficult poem and the professor could not explain it to her exactly.
So she said, 'Don't be worried -- I will ask my husband. '
When she asked the husband, he said, 'Yes, I will tell you... Let me go through it.' He went through it... and the wife was puzzled, because his face became absolutely blank.
He said, 'Now I have to tell you the truth -- when I wrote this poem two persons knew the meaning; now only one knows.'
The wife said, 'You must be the one!'
He said, 'No, I am not that one. (bhagwan chuckles) God and I knew the meaning when I wrote -- now only god knows! I don't know what it means. It is absurd -- but it is beautiful!'
Because of university courses many poems are destroyed -- because the professors
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