First of all please accept my love. It is the only thing with which I can welcome you in the loneliness and seclusion of these hills. In fact I have nothing else to give you. I want to share with you the infinite love that closeness with the divine has created in me. I want to distribute it. And the wonder of it is that the more I share it, the more it grows! Perhaps real wealth is that which increases with distribution. The wealth that decreases by sharing is not real wealth at all. Will you then accept my love?
I see acceptance in your eyes and I see also that your eyes have become filled with love in response. Love invokes love and hate invokes hate. Whatever we give returns to us. This is an eternal law. So whatever you wish to receive is what you should give to the world. You cannot receive flowers in exchange for thorns.
I see flowers of love and peace blossoming in your eyes. I am deeply gratified by this – now we are not many here: love joins together and turns the many into one. Physical bodies are separate and will continue to be separate, but there is something behind the bodies which meets in love, which becomes one in love. It is only after this unity, this oneness that something can be said and understood. Communication is only possible in love and in love alone.
We have gathered in this lonely place so that I can say something to you and you can listen to me. This saying and this listening is not possible without an undercurrent of love. The doors of the heart open only to love. And remember it is only when one hears with the heart and not with the head that listening happens. You may ask, “Does the heart hear as well?” I would say that whenever listening happens it is always through the heart. So far the head has never heard anything. The head is stone deaf. And this is also true of speaking. Only when words come from the heart are they meaningful. Only when words come from the heart do they have the fragrance of fresh flowers; otherwise they are not only stale and faded, they are artificial – plastic flowers.
I shall pour out my heart to you, and if your hearts let me in there will be meeting and communication. And then in that moment of meeting, that which words are incapable of expressing is also communicated. Many unsaid things are heard in this way – that which cannot be put into words, that which lies between the lines is also communicated. Words are very impotent indications, but if listened to in total peace of mind and in silence they become potent. This is what I call listening with the heart.
But as it is, even while listening to someone else we remain full of our own thoughts. That is “false hearing.” Then you are not a shravak, a listener. You are only under the illusion that you are listening, but as a matter of fact you are not.