India has a very strange city – perhaps there is no other city like it in the world – Fateh-pur Sikri. I am just a door, a bridge to pass on into the infinite. That is the situation of the master, as far as the rebel is concerned.įor my people I am not a savior, I am not a messiah. Then that person becomes only a window for you to take a jump into existence. It is possible you may love one person, and love becomes so deep that slowly, slowly the very quality of love changes into devotion. And naturally the deathless cannot be separate from existence – which is deathless, which is always ongoing, knows no beginning, no end. That which is mortal in you, you drop of your own accord only the immortal remains, the eternal remains, the deathless remains. Devotion is the death of the personality. His heart responds to the fragrance of the flowers, to the song of the birds, to the silences of the night.ĭevotion is not a path. He dances in the waves of the ocean, he dances in the dancing trees in the sun, he dances with the stars. What love is between individuals, devotion is between one rebel and the whole existence. Although the hearts are two, the harmony is one, the music is one, the dance is one. Love is a merger with an individual, a deep intimacy of two hearts – so deep that the two hearts start dancing in the same harmony.
It is not a pilgrimage it is simply losing all the boundaries that divide you from existence – it is a love affair. Devotion is a way of merging and melting into existence. What is the path of devotion and does it have a place in your vision of the rebel?
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