The word 'truth' looks to me a little too dry and desert-like. I
am not in much tune with the word 'truth' -- it looks too logical,
it looks too 'heady'. It gives you the feeling of philosophy, not
of religion. It gives you the idea as if you have concluded --
that you have come to a conclusion, that there has been a
syllogism behind it, argumentation and logic and reasoning. No,
'truth' is not my word, 'love' is my word. Love is of the heart.
Truth is partial, only your head is involved. In love you are
involved as a totality -- your body, your mind, your soul, all are
Love makes you a unity -- and not a union, remember, but a unity.
Because in a union those who join together remain separate. In a
unity they dissolve, they become one, they melt into each other.
And that moment I call the moment of truth, when love has given
you unity. First, love gives you unity in your innermost core.
Then you are no more a body, no more a mind, no more a soul. You
are simply one -- unnamed, undefined, unclassified. No more
determinate, definable, no more comprehensible. A mystery, a joy,
a surprise, a jubilation, a great celebration.
First, love gives you an inner unity. And when the inner unity has
happened the second happens on its own -- you are not to do
anything for it. Then you start falling in unity with the whole
beyond you. Then the drop disappears in the ocean and the ocean
disappears into the drop. That moment, that moment of orgasm
between you and the whole, is where you become a Buddha. That
moment is the moment Buddhahood is imparted to you. Or, better,
revealed to you -- you have always been that, unaware.
My word is love. So I say: My beloved ones, I love you. and I
would like you to fill the whole world with love. Let that be our
religion. Not Christianity, not Hinduism, not Islam, not Jainism,
not Buddhism, but love. Love without any adjective to it. Not
Christian love -- because how can love be Christian? It is so
stupid. How can love be Hindu? It is ridiculous. Love is simply
love. In love you can be a Christ. in love you can be a Buddha --
but there is no Buddhist love and there is no Christian love.
In love you disappear, your mind disappears. In love you come to
an utter relaxation. That's my teaching to you, I teach love. And
there is nothing higher than love.
Then I thought I should give you something beautiful on this day.
And I remembered Hakuin's Song of Meditation. It is a very small
song, but a great gift. Hakuin is one of the greatest Zen masters.
His song contains all: all the Bibles and all the Korans and all
the Vedas. A small song of few lines, but it is like a seed --
very small, but if you allow passage to it to your heart, it can
become a great tree. It can become a Bodhi tree -- it will have
great foliage and much shade and thousands of people can sit and
rest underneath it. It will have big branches and many birds can
come and have their nests on it.
See: I have become a tree. You are the people who have come to
make their nests on my tree. You can also become this. Everybody
SHOULD become this -- because unless you become this you will go
on missing your fulfillment. Unless you become a great tree which
has come to its foliage, flowers and fruits -- which is fulfilled
-- you will remain in discontent. Anguish will go on gnawing in
your heart, misery will linger around you. Bliss will be only a
word, signifying nothing. God will be just gibberish.
When you have fulfillment then there is grace and then there is
God. In your fulfillment you come to realize the benediction of
This is a song of meditation. Hakuin has called it 'song' -- yes,
it is a song. If meditation is without a song it is do and dead --
it does not beat it does not breathe. It is a song and a dance:
sing it and dance it. Just don't think upon it -- then you will
miss the messages you will miss its content. You will find this
song and its meaning only when you are singing and dancing. When
the music of life has overtaken you, has possessed you.
Very Body the Buddha