This rest is what I call meditation.

96. Love.

This is a good beginning to the struggle

and I am glad to have pushed you into it.

Sannyas is a challenge to the world, a fundamental declaration

of freedom.

To live in freedom every moment is sannyas.

Now, insecurity will always be with you,

but that is a fact of life.

The only certainty is death; life is insecurity,

and that is its joy and its beauty.

To be locked in security is suicide,

a living death effected by one’s own hand.

Such living-dead are everywhere.

They have turned the world into a graveyard, and they number

amongst them many celebrated corpses.

They all have to be awakened, though for their part

they are trying to put back to sleep even those who are awake.

Now the struggle will go on and on.

In it your total resolution will be born.

Far off I see your destination – the other shore.

97. Love.

I was traveling, then on my return, there was your letter.

You can meet friends of Jeevan Jagruti Kendra and begin working

for Yuvak Kranti Dal (Revolutionary Youth Force).

There are no rules about it – there can never be rules in revolution.

There needs to be an awakening of understanding among the youth,

with scientific studies replacing blind faith – this is all I wish for.

Do meet me this time when I come to Indore.

Everything is fine.

My regards to everyone there.

98. Love.

My work is only God’s work;

apart from this there is neither me nor mine.

No other work exists apart from his.

You just live in God, that’s all,

and the rest happens by itself.

Jesus said: First seek ye the Kingdom of God,

then all else will be added unto you.

I say the same.

But the mind of man seeks all else first,

so what is bound to happen, happens –

nothing else is gained,

and he even loses whatever he had.

99. Love.

The fragrance of sannyas

has to be spread around the world.

Religions, like gaols,

have imprisoned the flower of sannyas too

within their great walls.

Hence the sannyasin has to say now:

I belong to no religion – all religions are mine.

It was a terrible mistake

to tear sannyas away from the world.

It has become bloodless.

And the world without sannyas has lost its life.

A new bridge has to be built between the two.

Sannyas has to be given back its blood,

and the world, its soul.

Sannyas has to be returned to sansara,

fearless and unattached:

in the world yet not of it,

in the crowds, yet alone!

And the world has to be brought to sannyas too,

fearless and unattached.

Then sannyas will be a real sannyas

and not an escape from the world.

It will be sannyas and in the world.

Only then can that bridge of gold be built

joining the seen with the unseen,

the form with the formless.

Commit yourself to this great work,

join in the building of this great bridge!

100. Love.

Even the impossible is not impossible if resolution is there,

and even the possible becomes impossible

if one lacks will.

The world we live in is our own creation.

The time gap between sowing

and reaping creates confusion.

Because cause and effect are so separated the mind fails to understand

what would otherwise be obvious.

Nothing is fragmented or disconnected.

The missing links are always there if you look deeply.

Understanding the life process opens the door to peace.

The light lies close by, waiting for the seeker.