It is only through meditation that one — aware of the glory of existence. Meditation is a bridge. Without meditation you are disconnected from existence. You are there, the existence is there, but there is no bridge; you are on this side of the river and the existence is on that side of it. You can see it but you cannot touch it, you can see it but you cannot feel it. It is there, just like a dream, but — not a reality. It becomes a reality only when the bridge is made.
Offering oneself to god. Any offering is pointless unless you offer yourself. One can offer money, but that is not a true offering, because everybody comes empty-handed so whatsoever you possess does not in fact belong to you. You came empty-handed and you will go empty-handed. The only thing that can be given to god is your own being — that’s all that one possesses. If you offer yourself totally a new experience happens: by giving yourself you become empty , and in that emptiness god starts pouring his gifts. We give nothing but we get everything.
Existence loves us all. We are here, that is enough proof, otherwise we would not have been here at all; we have been chosen to be by existence. It is not our choice, we have not created ourselves; it is the decision on the part of the whole. And existence goes on nourishing us every moment on all the planes — physical, psychological, spiritual. But our stupidity is such that we start taking all these things for granted as if we have earned them, as if we deserve them, as if life is our birthright. We forget completely that it is a gift of god.
You ask, “Who am I?” I say, “I am not.” I always ask seekers to ask, “Who am I?” not in order that they will come to know who they are, but only in order that a moment will come when the question is asked so intensely that the questioner is not there; only the question remains. A moment is bound to come when the question is absolutely intense, as deep as it can go; then the absurdity of it is revealed. You come to know that there is no one who can ask “Who am I?” or who can be asked “Who are you?” The question is asked not to get any answer, but to transcend the question.
God is that which happens — not the creator, but that which goes on happening. God means that which goes on happening eternally. So anything that happens is God. You and everyone are happenings. This eternal happening is God. There is no creator and no creation. The very dichotomy is egoistic — our projections onto the cosmic plane. Once you know that in yourself there is no dichotomy of doing and the doer, then you know that there is no doer and no doing — only happenings. And once there is this revelation of eternal happening there is no burden, there is no tension. Your birth is a happening, and your death will be a happening. Your being here is a happening. Your not being here will be a happening. You are nowhere.
Buddha had said so many times, “When we walk there is no walker, only the walk.” If I am not, how can “I” walk? But walk, and find where you are. You will find only the walk. We cannot understand how someone can say there is speaking and no speaker. But as you go deep in the act of speaking, you will find no speaker but just speaking. In fact, there have been no poets. Only poetry happened. There have been no painters, only painting has been happening. But the vehicle becomes the owner.
Do not struggle with your spreading, outward self. Struggle with the seed which is you, which can grow to such heights that this outward nonsense will automatically fall down. Once you know the inner riches, then there is nothing which is comparable — even from the outside world. Once you know the inner bliss, then enjoyment is foolish. Then all that goes on in the name of entertainment is foolish, stupid. It just falls down once you know the inner ecstasy, that all that is known as happiness, joy, is nothing but deception. But not before. Unless you have known the inner happiness you cannot say that, and if you say that then you will be in a greater deception.
God is in search of himself.
The mind goes either to the past — in the memory, or to the future — in desires, in dreams; but it is never here and now. It always misses the point of here and now. It just goes to the one extreme — the past, or to the other — the future.
You walk on the street – just remember you are. Stand for a moment, remember you are. Look around completely remembering that you are. Never forget for a single moment that you are.