Gather all courage and take a jump. You will still exist, but in such
a new way that you cannot connect it with the old. It will be a
discontinuity. The old was so tiny, so small, so mean, and the new is
so vast. From a small dewdrop you have become the ocean. But even the
dewdrop slipping from a lotus leaf trembles for a moment, tries to
hang on a little more, because he can see the ocean... once he has
fallen from the lotus leaf he is gone. Yes, in a way he will not be;
as a dewdrop he will be gone. But it is not a loss. He will be
oceanic. And all other oceans are limited. The ocean of existence is
unlimited.

There is a beautiful poem of Rabindranath Tagore. The poet has been
searching for God for millions of lives. He has seen him sometimes,
far away, near a star, and he started moving that way but by the time
he reached that star, God had moved to some other place. But he went
on searching and searching--he was determined to find God's home--and
the surprise of surprises was, one day he actually reached a house
where on the door was written: "God's Home."

You can understand his ecstasy, you can understand his joy. He runs
up the steps, and just as he is going to knock on the door, suddenly
his hand freezes. An idea arises in him: "If by chance this is really
the home of God, then I am finished, my seeking is finished. I have
become identified with my seeking, with my search. I don't know
anything else. If the door opens and I face God, I am finished--the
search is over. Then what?"

He starts trembling with fear, takes his shoes off his feet, and
descends back down the beautiful marble steps. His fear is that God
may open the door, although he has not knocked. And then he runs as
fast as he has never run before. He used to think that he had been
running after God as fast as he could, but today he runs as he has
never run, not looking back. The poem ends, "I am still searching for
God. I know his home, so I avoid it and search everywhere else. The
excitement is great, the challenge is great, and in my search I
continue to exist. God is a danger--I will be annihilated. But now I
am not afraid even of God, because I know where he lives. So, leaving
his home aside, I go on searching for him all around the universe.
And deep down I know my search is not for God; my search is to
nourish my ego."

Rabindranath Tagore is not ordinarily associated with religion. But
only a religious man of tremendous experience can write this poem. It
is not just ordinary poetry; it contains such a great truth. This is
the situation: blissfulness does not allow you to exist; you have to
disappear. That's why you don't see many blissful people in the
world. Misery nourishes your ego--that's why you see so many
miserable people in the world. The basic, central point is the ego.

For the realization of ultimate truth, you have to pay the price--and
the price is nothing but dropping the ego. So when such a moment
comes, don't hesitate. Dancingly, disappear... with a great laughter,
disappear; with songs on your lips, disappear.

- Zen.

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