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silent.
Close your eyes.
Feel your body to be completely frozen.
This is the right moment to look inwards with total consciousness, with total life energy, and with an urgency as if this is your last moment on the planet earth.
Deeper and deeper...
As you move deeper towards your center, you will start feeling a tremendous calm, a strange silence, a great peace. When you reach to the very center... a great joy, for no reason at all... a great explosion, in which you become just luminous... and a great ecstasy takes possession of you.
This center of your life, your being, is your connection with the cosmos. From this door you can enter into the cosmos and become one with existence. But even to be at the center... you will find great splendor and mystery.
This has been called the buddha, the awakened one. This moment you are all buddhas. You may forget, but that does not matter. You will remember again. Sooner or later your remembrance will become a constant heartbeat. That day will be the greatest day in your life, the day of enlightenment.
Remember one thing only: the buddha hidden at the center of your being has only one quality, the quality of a witness.
Witness the body -- that it is not you.
Witness the mind -- that it is not you.
What is left when the mind and body no more belong to you? -- only a silent witnessing, a peaceful mirrorlike reflection.
This is your eternal being.
To make it clear, Nivedano...
(drumbeat)
Relax, but remember your witness. As your witnessing deepens, your separation with existence will start disappearing. Soon Gautam the Buddha Auditorium will become a lake of consciousness without any ripples.
The evening was beautiful on its own, but ten thousand beings turning into buddhas make it one of the most splendid, the most majestic, the most mysterious evenings of all.
Collect whatever you are experiencing -- the silence, the peace, the love, the compassion, the blissfulness -- and persuade the buddha to come along with you. He has to become your everyday life, your actions, your words, your silences, your music, your
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