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him and says, "I really love your shoes. What kind are they?"
"They are crocodile shoes," replies the salesman.
Paddy has never heard of crocodiles but not wanting to show his ignorance, he says, "Thanks," and then goes and asks Sam, the bartender, what a crocodile is.
"It is a big, ferocious animal that lives in the Amazon jungle in Brazil," replies Sam.
Paddy has fallen in love with those shoes, and when Paddy falls in love, he will stop at nothing. So, the next day, he sells his old Ford car and buys a ticket to Brazil. Two days later, he has hired a local guide and is paddling up the river in a small boat, in search of a crocodile.
A week later, and deep in the jungle, the guide suddenly shouts,
"Look! Mr. Murphy, a crocodile!"
Paddy grabs his huge knife and leaps into the river. A terrible fight follows, which is almost Paddy's last. But eventually, he kills the beast and drags it into the boat.
Exhausted, and bloody, Paddy triumphantly turns the crocodile onto his back, and then stares in amazement.
"Shit!" he cries, "it has got no shoes on!"
Now, the first step of meditation is throwing all your craziness out. It is a simple method, if you are not a coward -- I mean if you are not a gentleman. It simply means gibberish. Speak any language that you don't know, or make sounds, but don't sit there like a buddha; that stage comes later.
Arup, first beat...
(Drumbeat)
Go crazy!
(Gibberish)
Arup...
(Drumbeat)
Everybody becomes silent, utterly silent.
Close your eyes and just be in.
Deeper and deeper, total and total...
Just be the buddha!
This is your very nature.
Arup, give the next beat...
(Drumbeat)
Relax.
Relax so deeply... as if you are dead.
Let the body breathe, but you go on entering
deeper and deeper within yourself.
This is it.
No word can say it, no mind can explain it,
but it is deep inside you, already present.
Arup, give the beat...
(Drumbeat)
Come out of your graves, back to life,
to resurrection,
fresh, silent,
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