And in that shower of compassion from the master, the thief is no more a thief, he is utterly cleansed. He started crying, and those tears cleansed his heart. A torrent of tears cleansed the face of the brother who had stolen, and all desire to steal had vanished. This is the miracle of the presence of a master. And the story does not say anything about what happened to all those political people. This is the mystery of life. Never feel righteous, and never pretend that you are right – never get hooked into that idea. And never think about somebody else that he is wrong. Because both those things go together – if you feel yourself right, you are always condemning others and thinking somebody is wrong.
Never condemn anybody, and never go on praising yourself, otherwise you will miss. Accept howsoever people are. That is the way they are. And who are you to decide whether they are right or wrong? If they are wrong they suffer, if they are right they are blessed. But who are you to condemn?
Your condemnation brings a certain ego in you. That’s why people talk too much about others’ wrongness – it gives a feeling that they are right. Somebody is a murderer, and they have a good feeling: “I am not a murderer – at least I am not a murderer.” And somebody is a thief, and they again feel good: “I am not a thief.” And so on, so forth, their ego goes on strengthening. People talk about others’ sins and about others’ crime and others.”…All the wrong that goes on in others’ lives, people go on talking about it. They exaggerate it. And they enjoy it – it all gives them a feeling that “I am good.” But this feeling will become the barrier.
Be compassionate, be intelligent, be loving. Look at others with no judgment. And never start feeling righteous, never start feeling a kind of holiness. Never become a His Holiness or Her Holiness. Never.
Remain ordinary, remain nobody. And in your nobodiness comes the ultimate guest…in your nobodiness you become the host.
Enough for today.