Poetic Fling – Poems by Sadhguru


Sadhguru: In poetry, things are said in a
certain way. That you should not just read the line, you
must read both the gaps before and after the line. Because most of the meaning is in the gaps
always in a poetry, it’s not just in the words. Not prose, to tell you this is it. Idea of writing poetry is to exercise your
mind and your heart. To feel the meaning, not just to understand
the meaning from the words that I’ve said. Namaskaram to everyone wherever you are! The unstructured nature of my mind naturally
finds succor in the ways of poetry, because the nature of what was happening in my mind
as a child, as a youth, could never find logical, proper prose kind of expression. Because my mind was
so unstructured and completely untrained (Laughs) or refused to be trained,
whichever way you want to see it. Because of this poetry became so much a part
of my life probably most of the poems that I ever wrote have never been seen by anyone
or read by anyone, because I wrote it in a whole bunch of small sheets of paper all over
the place. And I think once in a small fire accident
had happened where my car got burnt. I think over four-hundred poems got burnt
with that. So probably only not probably… only what I have written
in the last maybe…since we moved to the yoga center. In the last twenty years, probably that’s
all the poems that we have. Maybe a few of them… the past ones I could
recollect if I could, but generally it’s all that’s written. Here we are at eleven degrees north in southern
India. This is an ideal weather for coffee and there are areas
of South India which were mountains of coffee. I mean, they grow coffee here. During my youth I spent a lot of time in Coorg
and these mountains are covered with coffee. This is coffee country. In another couple of months, sometime in February…
January and February, the coffee goes into blossom. When the coffee plants grow into full blossom,
the whole mountain will turn partially white because of white flowers, jasmine-like flowers. And though the beans are invigorating, the fragrance of the coffee blossom is absolutely intoxicating and enthralling. It’s very difficult to explain or articulate
this experience. Many times I’ve felt it and a few years ago I took a few
people who I wanted to know this and experience this. And being there in a coffee mountain
or coffee estate as they are known, it was inevitable I had to pen something about coffee. Tamil Nadu now, though not much coffee is grown here
in Tamil Nadu, except in Erkard which is close to Salem. The Tamil people are coffee drinkers.
They wake up to the day not because of the sun, mostly because of the coffee.
And they kind of mastered the concoction probably the Tamil Nadu’s filtered coffee stands out
compared to anything in the world. They evolved a system of getting the best
out of the coffee beans. Even if you give them very low grade coffee,
they will produce great coffee (Laughs). Here is a… “An ode to coffee.” As the seed does not reveal the shape of the tree,
the innocence of the infant face does not reveal the sage or the sorcerer to come. The white beauty of a blossom
with the fragrance to rival the majestic jasmine, does not reveal the enslaving
insane concoction of your beans. Half the world has surrendered to you,
the other half are either ignorant of your magic or have turned ascetic and
refused to succumb to you. Of all man’s ingenuity in extracting pleasure
and nourishment from the mother earth’s breast, you stand out to be the one to inspire
a fierce faith of unquenchable sort. You have overshadowed the lord of light.
You have overshadowed the lord of light. As for the faithful,
daybreak means you, not the sun. If the fragrance of coffee has opened you
up then here we are to read a few of the poems that I’ve penned in the last few years and
idea and reason behind this is… In our effort to make
the presentation of spiritual process into an absolutely scientific an a logical process, that spiritual process should not defy logic
but should be rooted in logic, which is a difficult feat because the very nature of
the experience does not fit into the framework of logic. But I think very successfully we have managed
to find a logical expression to a completely magical experience of life. Poetry is an in-between land
between logic and magic. A terrain which allows you to explore… Make meaning of the magical but still being
able to have some kind of footing in the logic. Here’s another one.
This is called “a firefly.” I remember I was around nine years of age,
when I… with my family I travelled to a place called Subramanya in Karnataka. A fabulous place which I visited many more times
later with finding much more meaning in this place. This is a place where Lord Subramanya or Karthikeya or
Armuga as he is known here in Tamil Nadu or Muruga. For the last time he washed his bloody sword
and walked up the mountain. This is a place where he meditated and bathed in
the river and walked up the mountain to shed his body. When I was there we were staying in a small place and
it was not as it is today. It was a very remote place. A little difficult to get there in those days. In the night around eight o’clock, the power went off and
I looked out of the window, a huge tree full of fireflies. The whole tree was lit up with fireflies.
I’ve never seen anything like that. The scene of this big tree with fireflies
is so deeply etched in my mind, it keeps coming back to me many, many times. And when we first moved into the ashram here
around twenty years ago, and those times evenings usually we didn’t have light
because the power would go off. Then when we were here we started noticing fireflies
and suddenly these magical beings flying all over. So, writing something about fireflies became
very natural. Earlier probably my poetry found a big spurt
when I decided to move into a… a remote place. My farm was very remote from the city and
I lived there alone for days and sometimes weeks on end without any contact
with outside human beings. At this time, I started writing poetry about
pebbles, grasshoppers, blades of grass, just about anything and I found each one of them
was substantial subject to write about. Unfortunately none of those things are with us today.
So here’s a little poem on fireflies. In the moonless night,
the firefly emboldens itself to flight… In the moonless night,
the firefly emboldens itself to flight. The brooding darkness mocks
the spirited flight of the fly delight… The brooding darkness mocks
the spirited flight of fly delight. The limitless darkness could swallow
this miniscule attempt of light… The limitless darkness could swallow
this miniscule attempt of light. The skeptics’ cantankerous laughter
swept the inner spaces within me to ask… The skeptics’ cantankerous laughter
swept the inner spaces within me to ask, Can a firefly light the world? Can a firefly light the world? Yes firefly, Am I? If life summers have warmed you,
if your inner spaces have charmed you, I could set you afire
and the world too. If life summers have warmed you,
if your inner spaces have charmed you, I could set you afire
and the world too. During the Anaadi program,
in United States at III Tennessee, ninety days I got to see lot of people gathered. A while lot of people did a wonderful effort
to raise their sadhana to a different pitch and we explored dimensions which are not just
unusual, much more than that. And we happened to be at a time when there
was guru pournima. The most dominant factor of my life has been
my guru and nothing else. Even today in my mind… more than in mind,
literally in every crevice in my body, every pulsation in my system and my very energy has… It’s just his presence which is the most
dominant within me. To keep it this way has been easy for me because
I don’t have a mind of my own (Laughs). Because… Probably because of this, just about
everything reverberates which is not me but way beyond me, way bigger than me. I did not see my guru as a man who touched me, though
his touch brought me to the level of experience highest and a revelation of life
and beyond. The… The old structure within me somewhere would
not accept it, in the sense unless it came from Adiyogi, unless it came
from Shiva himself, is not real. So the compassion of my master
made himself… turn himself into that form. I don’t know if this was his act that he turned himself
this way, or that’s how he really was at that time. But today and ever since, this has left me in a place where I don’t have to make any attempt to know anything.
Whatever I need to know he and he are there (Laughs). So, it’s just there all the time.
So on this guru pournami, about these five little poems tumbled out of me
within a matter of five to ten minutes. I’m not a great crafter of words. It is just that without any
kind of mastery over any particular language, through the grace I managed to find
some expression to what’s happening or near to that. Here are five small poems which were part of the guru
pournima day. All of them are titled as “My master.” Brooding, squinting, staring,
I could not hit the mark… Brooding, squinting, staring,
I could not hit the mark. He walks in like a wanton monarch…
He walks in like a wanton monarch, With a crooked stick and makes his mark…
With a crooked stick and makes his mark. This is a second one again titled as “My master.” Lost. Lost to life and death.
Both I did but moved me not. Lost. Lost to life and death.
Both I did but moved me not. A man who walks with a stick
comes to me, the able-bodied one. A man who walks with a stick
comes to me, the able-bodied one. Having seen birth and death and all that life
can bequeath, still sitting dumb-stuck. Having seen birth and death and all that life
can bequeath, still sitting dumb-stuck. Here comes the man with a stick
to have me struck with his lightening stick. Here comes the man with a stick
to have me struck with his lightening stick. Here’s a third one. I let the whole world go by of spiritual
and material, of land and sky. I let the whole world go by of spiritual
and material, of land and sky. I searched in the mother’s womb
and in the lover’s bosom, I searched in the mother’s womb
and in the lover’s bosom, But such a one I did not find,
till I crawled to him like a worm. But such a one I did not find… But such a one I did not find,
till I crawled to him like a worm. This is the next one – four. What can the poor Guru do?
All I have done is do and do. What can a poor Guru do?
As all…all I have done. What can a poor Guru do?
All I have done is do and do. After seeing all that is there to see,
he comes to teach me how to be. After seeing all that is there to see,
he comes to teach me how to be. This is the last of those five. The breath… The breath that passes out
will not come back. The breath that passes out
will not come back. The guru who touched and left me,
left me not and need not come back. The guru who touched and left me,
left me not and need not come back. As once awareness gains the needed sharpness
or keenness, when this begins to happen, one of the first things that naturally
comes into play is the breath. It’s amazing how most human beings live
without being aware of the breath, which is… which is a certain level of mechanical action
in the body which is constant and continuous. It’s truly amazing how so many people can
live without being conscious of it. But once awareness begins to gain a certain
sharpness or keenness, this is the first thing that becomes an amazing process.
And no wonder breath-watching as it’s known
today is probably the practiced form of meditation. It is so basic and simple but it comes
so easy and naturally to people that it does not need any preparation. If one becomes
a little conscious, naturally breath will be in awareness. Probably this happened to me when I was six-seven
years’ of age when I started just enjoying the breath, the moment of my little chest
and belly, those days is how the stomach and the chest moved in rhythm constantly. I must
have spent hours and hours just noticing that. It kept me interested and engaged. It’s much later that
I even …even the idea of meditation entered my life but just the simple rhythm that’s going on endlessly
and you cannot ignore if you are a bit conscious. So here is a poem, for the breath – The
beauty of the breath and the possibility of the breath. This is titled as “divine hand.” As I see the seemingly perpetual play of breath,
As I see the seemingly perpetual play of breath, The breath, the maker of my body and the taker
of my being when the timely moment comes. The breath, the maker of my body and the taker
of my being when the timely moment comes. This ceaseless play of the unseen hand of the divine.
This ceaseless play of the unseen hand of the divine. Me firmly held the hand
and the maker could not escape. Me firmly held the hand
and the maker could not escape. There is a… I’m sure most
of you have heard this chant which… The Bhaja Govindam chant where we talking about
how Nischala Tattvam jivan muktihi. What this means is if there is an unwavering attention,
towards something. It doesn’t matter what the thing is. if there is an unwavering attention, towards
something, then the liberation, the possibility of freedom cannot be denied to that one. Or in other words the essential problem of
human situation is a certain lack of attention. If the necessary attention is there, if the
keenness of attention and the intensity of attention is substantial you can just about
open any door in this universe. How keen is your attention or how intense…how
much energy behind your attention, this is all that determines this.
In this context, breath is a beautiful device. Because it is constantly on as long as we
are alive, as long as we are embodied. Breath is on and it’s inevitable
that you have to notice it. Probably most people notice it only when their
body goes into a spasm of excessive breath. Normal breath most people are missing it. This is not because they are not breathing (Laughs),
this is because they have a serious attention issue. These days people are even carrying their
attention deficiencies like some kind of a qualification. Just bringing this attention back into our
lives and particularly into the life of our children, is most important because ultimately
whether it’s spiritual or material, the world yields to you only to the extent you are willing
to pay attention to it. So that was about the breath. One poem from America titled as “America.”
This was in the year 2000. This particular day is so vivid to me
like it’s happening right now. About three of us, we were kind of camped out
in a small place on the Central hill lake in Tennessee. Central hill lake is a reservoir.
The lake has a shore line of over seven hundred miles. If you take a boat out you can just get lost
for days and not find your way back (Laughs). So there was a beautiful place which one of
our meditators owned at that time and very graciously they offered it to us. And we were working on something,
so we went and stayed there for a few days. Around the… this fabulous home there was
some real tall trees, wild, untouched forest area. And alone I ventured off into these steep
slopes and I was just struck by what I saw there. And this poem is a consequence of that.
It’s titled as “America.” The brooding darkness of these woods
fed upon the native blood, in the twisted tangle of the fallen wood,
the spirit of the fallen Indian stood. The brooding darkness of these woods
fed upon the native blood, in the twisted tangle of the fallen wood,
the spirit of the fallen Indian stood. O’ brothers! Your identity a mistake.
Those who oceans crossed did make. The greed for gold and land
laid waste the spirit of wisdom and grace. O’ brothers! Your identity a mistake.
Those who oceans crossed did make. The greed for gold and land
laid waste the spirit of wisdom and grace. The children of those who by murder did take
are taintless of their forefathers’ mistake. But those who lived fed upon the milk of courage
and pride stand as spirit of defeat and shame. The children of those who by murder did take
are taintless of their forefathers’ mistake. But those who lived fed upon the milk of courage
and pride stand as spirit of defeat and shame. O’ the murdered and the murderers, embrace me.
Let me set your spirits to rest. O’ the murdered and the murderers, embrace me.
Let me set your spirits to rest. This poem is a consequence of a man who’d… stood still
probably for over three-hundred or four-hundred years. Someone who was trusted… the one who has
a certain position of being a chief or whatever. Someone whose duty and bond to another who
was of some significance safe and well. And that which was entrusted to you, you could not fulfill and failed in keeping what was most precious to you alive. He just stood there in shame and remorse
which cannot be expressed in words. He just stood there forever. The man died. The body fell
and became a part of the earth around him. But a frozen spirit just stood there for centuries. When I walked down these mountains, when I walked
down this steep slope and here he was still standing and probably… probably it’s one of the most
painful moments I have experienced in my life. I have learnt to always transform pain into a possibility.
Since then I did many things in the region. And of course one of the things is to set up the III or
the Isha Institute of Inner Sciences on the trail of tears. Historically, this is a region which has seen
tremendous amount of pain. It is known as the “Trail of tears.” A whole tribe was made to walk from east of
Mississippi river, to what is presently Oklahoma. The adults along with their children and elderly had
to walk. And when they walked, the old people died. The Native Americans are so particular about
preserving their dead and the spaces for the dead, so they could not leave them.
They carried their bodies and walked. The bodies rotted but they carried rotting
bodies and walked and walked. So this is known as the “Trail of tears”
which is where we set up our Isha center. And those who have been there for the last
seven, eight years since we stepped on the land, they can clearly, clearly feel what
we have done to the space in terms of its energy. How brooding and painful it used to be, just
to enter that space and today how it is. Well, still many more things to be done.
I’m in a little bit of hurry top set up the Adiyogi temple. Because once we have a powerful consecrated space
it will take on charge of it’s own so that’s about America. Here’s a poem is titled as “The Untouchable.” Probably, this is one of the few poems, which
is kind of a hybrid, of a poem that wrote when I was eighteen or nineteen years of age.
None of the others have remained. They all… As I said earlier,
they all got burnt in an accident. This is not exactly what I had written at
that time, but I think… Yes (Laughs), I think at least sixty percent or seventy
percent of this is the original poem, rest I’ve added. So, I think this was one of the first poems
written here after we moved in here in 1994. There is a land that is beyond right and wrong. When you get to that land and lie there, humans
will live for bread and toil to be what they are not. Will strive to hide their jealousy with mocking talk and the gods will descend to be
in the company they wish to be. Once you have reached that land,
beyond right and wrong. You never have to worry about
making a mistake or going wrong. Once you have reached that land,
beyond right and wrong. You never have to worry about
making a mistake or going wrong. The ethos of Eastern cultures…
The fundamental ethos of Eastern cultures is a watered down version
of individual enlightenment. This culture which we refer to as “Bharat Varsha”
essentially is a complex, chaotic, concoction of multiple influences of enlightened beings.
When these beings came, they did not teach morality. They did not teach values or ethics.
But they taught them away a possibility because one’s way was never the same as other’s.
(Laughs) Someone asked me, “Sadhguru, J. Krishnamurti was
a master of his intellect, Rajneesh was a master of controversy, what are you?”
I said, “I am a master of chaos” (Laughs)! I know how to harness chaos. I can make a chaotic situation
culminate into something fantastic. So every master had his own way and all of
this melted pretty well into the culture. You will see except today’s
“English educated India.” If you go to the rural masses, you will see if you go
a place, a…a Kumbh mela is a fantastic display of this. If you go to let’s say Kumbh mela, a classic
event on the planet, one like no other. Every kind of path, the weird and the wise
all perfectly fitting into each other. Nothing contradicts anything.
Everything is absolutely different from the other. But nothing contradicts anything,
everything fits in perfectly well. This is not something that a thinking mind,
a logically correct mind, particularly a western mind could understand.
“How do all these people fit together?” This is because there is no right and wrong.
The question is only about has it worked for you or not. If it has worked to evolve you into a higher
state of being, it doesn’t matter whether it’s right for me or not,
whether it agrees with me or not. If it doesn’t agree with me,
there’s always another way for me. So this is a fantastic outcome of generations
and generations of enlightened beings. Each one of them unhindered
by what the previous one had said. Explored his own way, expounded his own path, never in
conflict with the one before him or the ones before him. So this is a nature of exploration. That it’s not about
right and wrong. It’s about just making it happen. Is the white flower the most beautiful one
or the red flower the most beautiful one? Such questions don’t arise out here. Such questions have come from cultures,
which are steeped in morality as to something has to be good
and something has to be bad. In this state of making something right and
making something wrong, there is no way a spiritual process can happen because
essentially spiritual process means “All-inclusiveness.” If you cannot embrace
everything the way it is. If you have to accept some and reject some, then there
will be no spiritual process. You will only have morality. No spirituality. This reminds me of a fantastic story, a situation
rather, which happened in Bahubali’s life. Myself and Bahubali, for a few years had a
great affair (Laughs). There is a place called “Gomatagiri” which
is a little over twenty-five kilometers from Mysore city. There is a eighteen foot tall statue of “Gomata”
standing naked on top of a rock. I think it’s eleven hundred year old statue
which was lost with over-growth of forest and only about probably somewhere in late
sixties, it was rediscovered. The man who rediscovered it, a simple stone
cutter, an illiterate person went there to take a stone which was appropriate for making whatever forms
that he was making it of usually some deity. And he discovered this statue, which is on
top of a small hill or a bunch of rocks which are around hundred-and-twenty-feet tall.
And on top of it an eighteen-foot statue of Bahubali. I met this old man. He was in his seventies,
still cutting stone and doing physical work. And when I spoke to him, a completely unschooled,
illiterate person, he (laughs) was such an amazing guy. Just having found this Gomateshwara, his whole
life was transformed. He became a great devotee. A simple stone cutter turned into a fantastic devotee
and I met him probably 83’ or 84’when I was there. And I conducted a few programs and spent a
certain amount of time in Gomatagiri. There are n number of things I can say of
this place because so many things happened there. This was a time after 1982, my own experiences
had blossomed and that I was trying to find articulation to what was happening within me. It was a very crucial
time where Gomateshwara came into my life and as I said we had a great affair.
So there is a wonderful situation in Gomata’s life. He and his brother fought many battles, together initially.
Later on they fought against each other. After having a blood bath, after having slaughtered
thousands of people, one day Bahubali or Gomata realized what is the point of all this blood shed?
And he went and stood in penance. Naked, just there You will always see the
statue of Gomateshwara standing naked with vines going up his leg or his body to show
that he stood there for a very long time. And he stood there for over fourteen years. Everything that he could do with himself,
in terms of purifying himself, he had done. But still he could not attain. When a yogi came by, a sage of great attainment
came by, Gomata looked at him and just one tear drop slipped out of his eyes.
This one tear drop was a question mark. “What is it? I’ve done everything that I can do. What is holding me
back?” That’s a question. An un-uttered question. Just a tear drop to ask this question to the yogi. What
is holding me back? I’ve done everything that I know. Then the yogi said, “You have brought a
false sense of humility into you. You are a king but now you are willing to
bow down to a beggar on the street. You are willing to bow
down to any creature on the planet. You are willing to bow
down to an inanimate rock. You have made yourself like this.
It’s wonderful. But I see you are incapable of bowing down
to your brother with whom you have a fight. It is this falseness of humility which is
holding you back.” This was the moment of attainment for Bahubali. Within
himself, he did bow down to his brother and he attained. This is a very beautiful story because this
is how human beings are held back. It’s not some great things, one little thing that you
can’t clear from your karmic space that holds you back. Is this not unfair? How many things I did,
one thing holds me back? Right now, if your little finger gets stuck
to this pillar, “I’ve freed my whole body but my little finger is stuck, can I go somewhere?”
I cannot go somewhere. That’s how it is. So, some of the poems that I penned
in Gomatagiri are not with us anymore. They are gone. So this “Untouchable” poem which we just read
I think I have three versions of this. The first one and the second one are not with
us anymore. This is the third one – the third version. Right now the whole country is abuzz with
women’s issues. I think long overdue. But a land, a culture that celebrates the
feminine as the divine unfortunately has not fixed quite a bit of itself as to how they should be or how
they should conduct the feminine in the human form. This poem is titled as “The Woman.” These…Okay, I must tell you the back ground. Probably this was the last ladies’ BSP I handled.
This was in the Spanda Hall. And there were over three- hundred-and-seventy
or three-hundred-and-eighty ladies. And it was a moment when I saw them all melting
and merging into each other. The fabulous energy that they created there,
Bhava Spandana was in full swing. When the process was on, I just scribbled this poem
on a small pad which was next to me, “Woman.” These creatures of the moon,
in such delicious swoon. The sun in me not the only boon
to these creatures of the moon. These creatures of the moon,
in such delicious swoon. The sun and me not the only boon
to these creatures of the moon. Daily death a must for the sun,
to be kept and nourished in the pregnancy of the moon. It is her gracious reflection
that sees him through the night. Daily death a must for the sun,
to be kept nourished in the pregnancy of the moon. It is her gracious reflection
that sees him through the night. Sun, the source of all known creation
is but born in the coolness of the moon. The creator placed such trust
in this unreasonable madness of the moon, bestowed the womb to bear
and the feeding breast. Sun, the source of all known creation
is but born in the coolness of the moon. The creator placed such trust
in this unreasonable madness of the moon, bestowed the womb to bear
and the feeding breast. May she flower and bloom too soon. Only then there can be worthwhile harvest,
when the world knows the nourishment of this womb. In celebration will exist
these creatures of the moon. May she flower and bloom too soon. Only then there can be worthwhile harvest,
when the world knows the nourishment of this womb. In celebration will exist
these creatures of the moon. I think we’ll leave the poems there.
If you have questions, this is the time to look at it. You talked about moments when we as humans
have moments of clarity and moments of confusion. Since I’ve started my sadhana,
and as I go through my spiritual path, I had moments of very intense experience. Sometimes I feel that everything is very clear
but at the same time I’ve moments of utter confusion where I’m not able to understand
what’s going on around me. In a way these things I see, I’m not able
to articulate in a very logical way, what is happening to me and what do I do about
it. Sadhguru: You are having a very human experience
on this planet (Laughs). The problem with the human being is human beings are
given an intellect to foray and explore so many things which are not at their
domain. A fish just remains in its water space, a tiger in its forest,
everybody remains within their terrain. It’s only the human being who wants to explore
and foray into everything that… that we can see or we cannot see actually. We not only foray into things that we can see, we also
foray and try to foray into things that we cannot see. We want to go into space, we want to look
at the microscopic stuff. We want to not just enjoy the outward, we
want to know the inner dimension of who we are. So, these are adventures of the human mind. When you make these adventures…When you
try any adventure that means you do not know the result or the consequence of your action.
That’s what an adventure is. If you successfully finish an adventure, you will be known as an adventurer or you will be known as a hero in the world. If you are not successful in your adventure,
you will be dismissed off as a fool who did not have the sense to stay away
from what you should stay away from. So the essence of our adventure or how adventure
will be perceived simply depends upon the success rate that you have. So naturally when you foray into dimensions
either physically, psychologically, emotionally, whichever way, a certain amount
of confoundedness is there. But this confoundedness is coming because
you are constantly falling back on your intellect to give you a logical interpretation of everything. Confusion essentially comes because you already
have conclusions about something. If you have no conclusion about anything there
will be no confusion either. The fundamental process of any spiritual path,
particular what I have been transmitting to all of you or all spiritual paths, why…
is that you don’t make conclusions. Because if you make conclusions in one space,
when you move to another space, the same conclusion which gave you comfort and confidence, will
cause enormous amount of confusion. So the idea is to just perceive, to live,
to experience, not to conclude. Because conclusions or accumulations, they’re of no
relevance to experience that which is alive and now. So, one needs to understand confusion is a
product of conclusions. This is something that you have to train yourself with
that you do not make any conclusions about anything. How do I live without making conclusions? There is a difference between making a momentary
judgment as to how to act in a particular moment and making a conclusion about it. This moment when you are in a certain mode
of activity, you may deal with somebody or something in a particular way according to
your judgment of that moment. That moment’s judgment need not carry with
you as a conclusion or as an accumulated knowledge that you carry to the next moment or to the
next day or wherever. Or in other words, you do not carry your past
into the future. The moment you do this, confusion is a natural
product of these type of conclusions that you continuously drawing. So particularly on the spiritual path if you beginning
to experience things, there should be no conclusions. No conclusions at all. If there are no conclusions,
there will be confusion.

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