Your freedom is total

Ni-butsu wrote:

One who rises,
rises of himself,
One who falls,
falls from himself
Autumn dew, spring breeze --
Nothing can possibly interfere.

One who rises, rises of himself. It is spontaneous.

One who falls, falls from himself -- that too is spontaneous.

Autumn dew, spring breeze -- Nothing can possibly interfere. Your freedom is total. You just have to know your innermost center and from there everything becomes spontaneous. Your love, your joy, your dance, your song -- everything arises on its own, and then it has a beauty. Totally different... when a poetry arises out of this silent space, it is not your composition. Ancient poets have not signed their names, ancient sculptors have not signed their names on their statues. Even people who made immensely beautiful things like the Taj Mahal have not left their name. Nobody knows who the architect was. But it must have arisen just like a poetry. It is poetry in marble. Music has arisen, but it is a totally different kind -- not the kind that you compose.

On the contrary, it composes you. Once a man has tasted the meditative space within him, everything that he touches becomes gold; everything that happens around him has a grace and a beauty and a splendour and a majesty. It is a miracle.