The Fish in the Sea is Not Thirsty

But Man Is

But Man Is. 'I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.' But man is: the fish is not thirsty in the sea—man is. He's in the divine but seeks the divine. The paradox: you're drowning in God but dying of thirst. Stop seeking—start seeing.

Feel, Love and Feel Alone

Feel, Love and Feel Alone. Feeling is the path—not thinking. Feel, love and feel alone: the head thinks; the heart feels. The path is through feeling—love and aloneness. Don't think about God—feel Him. The fish doesn't think about water—it feels it.

The Prints of Your Inner Being

The Prints of Your Inner Being. Your footprints show where you've been—inner footprints show who you are. The prints of your inner being: consciousness leaves prints—your actions, your words, your presence. These prints reveal your inner state. The fish leaves ripples—so does the soul.

Wake Up! Wake Up!

Wake Up! Wake Up! The alarm call of the master. Wake up! Wake up! the fish swims in the ocean but dreams of water. Wake up! you ARE the ocean. Don't swim toward God—you ARE God. The fish doesn't need to find water—it IS water.

An Alive Buddhafield

An Alive Buddhafield. The commune as a living field of awakening. An alive buddhafield: not a place but an energy field. When the master and disciples are together, a field is created. The fish in a living sea—the buddhafield is the ocean of consciousness.

Untimely Sannyasination

Untimely Sannyasination. The unexpected moment of sannyas—a death and rebirth. Untimely sannyasination: sannyas is a death—the old self dies. It's untimely because the ego never feels ready. The fish that jumps out of the water—its old life ends, a new begins.

It is Morning Swan, Wake Up!

It is Morning Swan, Wake Up! The call to the swan—wake up, it's morning. It is morning swan, wake up! the swan (soul) must wake up—it's morning (enlightenment). The fish that sees the ocean for the first time—it was always there.

Time to be Getting Home

Time to be Getting Home. The return—time to go home. Time to be getting home: the journey is over—it's time to go home. Home is not a place but a state—your original nature. The fish returns to the source—the water it never left.

In Search of the Miraculous

In Search of the Miraculous. The search for the impossible—miracles of consciousness. In search of the miraculous: the real miracle is not walking on water—it's self-knowledge. The fish doesn't need miracles—it's already in the miraculous.

Music That No Fingers Enter Into

Music That No Fingers Enter Into. The music of existence—no musician, no instrument. Music that no fingers enter into: existence plays music without a player. The fish hears the ocean's music—no one is playing it. Consciousness is music without a musician.

The Paradox that Life is.

The Paradox that Life is. Life is paradoxical—both/and, not either/or. The paradox that life is: the fish is thirsty in water—man is God seeking God. Life is paradox—embrace it, don't resolve it. The paradox dissolves in awareness, not in logic.

Who Am I?

Who Am I? The ultimate question. Who am I? not a question for the mind but a sword for the ego. The fish asks 'who am I?' and discovers: I am the water. Don't answer the question—become the question. The answer is your being.

Very Few Find the Path

Very Few Find the Path. The path is found by the few—many seek, few find. Very few find the path: the fish that knows it's in water is rare. Most fish seek water everywhere. Very few find because very few stop seeking. The path is found when seeking stops.

Life is a Lovesong

Life is a Lovesong. Life is not a problem but a lovesong. Life is a lovesong: the fish in the sea is singing—not surviving. Life is not a problem to solve but a song to sing. The sage sings even in suffering—the song is his being.

Disappearing you will feel such Freedom

Disappearing you will feel such Freedom. The ego's disappearance is the soul's freedom. Disappearing you will feel such freedom: the fish that dissolves in the ocean doesn't die—it becomes the ocean. Disappearing is not death—it's expansion. Freedom is losing your boundaries.