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those who take philosophy and darshan to be synonymous know nothing。
they are not synonymous。
thats why theres nothing like indian philosophy and nothing like western darshan。
the west has a science of thinking …… it consists of investigation； logic； analysis。
the east cared for something else。
the east has experienced that there are certain facts which can never be known by thinking about them。
these facts will have to be seen； will have to be lived。
and there is an enormous difference between living and thinking。
a man who thinks about love may perhaps write a thesis on it； but a lover lives it； sees it； its possible he may not be able to write a thesis。
and if someone asks a lover to say something about love； he may close his eyes； tears may start rolling down his cheeks； and he might say； 〃please dont ask。
what can i say about love？〃 one who has thought about love will explain it for hours； but he may not even know one iota of love。
thinking and seeing are two altogether different processes。
so i am not saying you should think about death。
you can never know death by thinking about it。
you will have to see it。
what i am saying is： here is death； right now within you； and you have to see it。
what i call the i is dying all the time。
this phenomenon of death will have to be seen； this phenomenon of death will have to be lived； this phenomenon of death； that 〃i am dying； i am dying；〃 will have to be accepted。
we try our best to falsify death； we have invented a thousand ways to falsify it。
of course we can dye our white hair； but that does not prove death a lie …… it invariably es。
even underneath the dyed color the hair is still white。
they are the indications that death has started approaching； that it is sure to e。
how can we falsify it？ no matter how much we go on falsifying it； it makes no difference …… it is approaching； non…stop。
the only difference is that we can fail to know it。
what i am asking is： how will one who hasnt even known death yet know what life is？ my point is： death is on the circumference； life is at the center。
if we dont even know the circumference； how will we ever know the center？ and if we run away from the circumference； we will never reach closer to the center。
if you bee frightened of the walls that make up the outer limits of a house； and escape； how will you ever enter the inner dwelling？ death is the periphery and life is the temple at the center of it。
by running away from the periphery； we also run away from life。
one who es to know death will； by and by； uncover it and begin to understand life as well。
death is the gateway to knowing life。
eluding death is eluding life as well。
so when i say 〃know death；〃 recognize the facts …… i am not asking you to think。
there is one more interesting thing that needs to be understood。
thinking means to repeat； in the mind； what we already know。
thinking is never original …… although we ordinarily say that such…and…such a persons thoughts are highly original。
no； thought is never original。
thoughts can never be original。
darshan； seeing； can be original。
thoughts are always stale。
if i ask you to think about this roseflower； what will you think？ you will simply reiterate what you already know about a rose。
what else would you do？ what else can you do with thinking？ could even one single unheard…of and original viewpoint about a rose ever appear in your thoughts？ how can it？
thinking is nothing but reiterating a thought。
you may say； 〃the roseflower is very beautiful；〃 but how many times have you heard this before？ how many times have you read this before？ or you may say； 〃the roseflower is just as beautiful as the face of my beloved。
〃 how many times have you heard this before too？ how many times have you read it before？ or you may say； 〃the flower is very fresh〃 …… but this too； how many times have you heard or read it before？ what good are thoughts？ how will you be able to enter the being of that roseflower by thinking about it？ thinking can only lead you into whatsoever is in your memory about a rose。
thats why thinking is never original。
there can never be an original thinker …… only seers are original。
the first condition in looking at a roseflower is that the person looking at it should not think。
he should remove thoughts from his memory； he should bee empty； and live in that moment with the flower。
let the roseflower be on one side and you be on the other； and let there be no one between you …… nothing youve ever heard； nothing youve ever read； nothing youve ever known。
nothing youve ever experienced should be in between。
no one should be between you two。
only then； the unknown seated within the rose will begin to enter your being。
finding no hindrance in between； it will enter； and then you wont feel you want to know the rose； you will feel you are one with the rose。
then you will know the flower from its interiority。
a seer penetrates inside an object； while a thinker hovers around it on the outside …… and therefore a thinker has no achievement of his own； only a seer enjoys achievement。
a seer penetrates within because there remains no wall between him and the object before him …… the wall crumbles； disappears。
once kabir asked his son kamal to go to the forest and bring some hay for their cattle。
kamal went as he was told。
it was morning when he left； but when the sun was overhead and kamal had not yet returned； kabir became worried。
and even by the waning hours of afternoon there was no sign of kamal。
kabir grew even more worried。
soon it was evening and the sun was about to set； so finally； acpanied by a few of his devotees； kabir set out in search of kamal。
when they reached the forest they found kamal standing in the middle of the thick grass； his eyes closed； swaying like a blade of grass in the breeze。
kabir went over； shook him； and asked； 〃what are you doing here？〃 kamal opened his eyes。
he came to himself； realized what had happened； and immediately apologized。
kabir said； 〃but what have you been doing for so long？ its so late！〃
kamal answered； 〃i am sorry； but when i came here； instead of cutting the grass i began to look at it。
and just looking at it continuously； i dont know when； but i also became a blade of grass。
soon it was evening； and here i was； pletely oblivious that i am kamal who has e here to cut grass。
i became the grass itself。
there was so much joy in being the grass； joy that； being kamal； i never had before。
its good you came； because i didnt know what was happening。
the breeze was not moving the grass； the breeze was moving me …… the cutter and that which was to be cut had both disappeared。
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have you ever seen your wife； your son； with whom you have lived for so many years？ have you ever seen them？ the things your wife did yesterday flash through your mind …… and a thought es in between you and her。
you recall how she quarreled when you were about to leave for the office in the morning …… and again the thought is present between you。
what she said at the dinner table es back to you …… and the thought stands between you。
you have always thought； you have never seen。
and thats the reason there is no relationship between husband and wife； between father and son； between mother and son。
relationship happens where thought is no more and where darshan； seeing； has begun。
that is really when a relationship takes place； because then no one exists to disrupt it。
remember； a relationship does not mean there is a third factor binding the two。
as long as there is something in between to bind the two； the disrupter is also present。
that which binds also breaks。
the day nothing exists to bind； when only two remain； when nothing remains in between； that day what actually remains is only one； then there are not two。
a relationship does not mean we are joined with somebody； a relationship means that now nothing exists between you and the other person； there is no one in between …… not even to join you。
there； the two streams disappear and merge into each other。
this is love。