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because they mean the same thing.

And the real meeting takes place only in this way.

All else is illusion.

Remember me whenever you need

and you will find me then and there.

Ask anything and wait – and you will be answered.

The barriers have fallen from your mind

and you have entered the meditative state.

Now the doors of the divine are open.

Do not hesitate, and take the plunge.

You are completely ready,

just be courageous enough to enter the uncharted

and the unknown.

The call from beyond has come –

now accept the challenge and be fulfilled.

Now close your eyes

and feel me and see me and let my blessings

be showered on you.

341. Love.

Don’t take life so seriously,

because seriousness is a great dis-ease,

and not only a disease but a suicide also.

Be playful – totally,

because that is the only way to be living.

Life is a play, a leela, and to know it as such is religion,

and to live it as such is sannyas – renunciation.

If you can act and live as if acting and living in a dream

and still be a witness to it

then you will be in the cosmic flow, the tao.

And to be in the cosmic flow is to be free –

free from oneself, the ego.

The ego is the seriousness, the disease,

and the tao, the egoless existence, is the bliss, the ecstasy.

That is why I have given you such an absurd name!

But I have given it to you knowingly.

I have given it to you so that

you may never be identified with it.

The name is so absurd

that you will have to remain nameless

and a nobody behind it.

The name is such that not only others

but you yourself

will be able to laugh at it.

SWAMI KRISHNA CHRIST!

What a name!

But perfectly suitable in a dream drama,

is it not so?

So feel at ease with it,

and laugh with it, and sing and dance with it,

and be Swami Krishna Christ

with all the letters capitalized!

And always remember that you are nobody.

Always be aware that

you are neither a swami nor a Krishna nor a Christ –

that is what is meant by a swami!

And Krishna himself is not a Krishna,

Christ himself is not a Christ,

because they are nameless, absolutely nameless.

They are nobodies – and that is what makes them divine.

The moment one is identified with any name

one is lost to one’s divinity.

Either one can be a name or a reality,

and no one can be both simultaneously.

Really be a name –

and your reality is lost.

Really be a reality –

and your name is just a dream, maya.

And what nonsense to be a swami!

But once one is at ease with the no-sense

one transcends it.

Please! Don’t try to be sensible

otherwise you will never have any sense at all –

because only stupidity tries to be sensible!

The existence is absurd

and meaningless

and irrational –

and that is why it is so beautiful,

and to be in it, such a blessing!

342. Love.

Man is free to decide, but not free not to decide –

because not to decide is to decide,

to waver is to decide,

to postpone and evade decision is to decide.

There is no escape:

one must say yes or no.

And there are a thousand ways of saying no,

only one way of saying yes,

and no way of not saying anything at all.

This is the human situation,

and the seeker of truth must be aware of it,

otherwise life is wasted unnecessarily.

A single moment lost cannot be regained –

and we have wasted so many lives –

so decide to decide,

and decide to transform and transcend.

With the decision comes crystallization,

and then one is ready to take the jump into the unknown.

343. Love.

A traveler stops at an inn:

he passes the night there,

takes his meal,

and as soon as he has done so

he packs and continues his journey again.

As for the host of the inn, he has nowhere to go.

The one who does not stay is the guest,

and the one who stays is the host.

Now who are you –

the guest or the host?

Meditate.

No answer is required,

rather, realize,

because all answers belong to the guest

and realization only to the host.

But do not believe me, I may be just deceiving you.

Go in and find out for yourself!

344. Love.

Meditation is the master key.

It can open the doors of the infinite

and it can unlock the mystery of the unknown.

But just by possessing the key nothing is attained,

unless one uses it.

Idries Shah tells a dervish tale:

There was once a wise and very rich man who had a son.

He said to him:

My son, here is a jeweled ring.

Keep it is a sign that you are my successor,

and pass it down on for posterity.

It is of value, of fine appearance,

and it has the added capacity of opening

a certain door to wealth.

Some years later he had another son.

When the son was old enough

the wise man gave him

another ring with the same advice.

The same thing happened in the case of his third

and last son.

When the old man had died and the sons grew up

one after the other claimed primacy for himself

because of his possession of one of the rings.

Nobody could tell for certain which was

the most valuable.

Each son had his adherents,

all claiming a greater value

and more beauty in his own ring.

But the curious thing was that

the door to wealth remained shut

for the possessors of the keys

and even their closest supporters.