When you see me, you just see the surface, the waves. When you hear me, you only hear the words, not the silence hidden behind them. You see exactly that which is of no worth and you miss all that is of any worth and significance. When I see you, it is not the form, it is not the image that you see in the mirror. When I see you, I see you. And you are broadcasting yourself in your every gesture, in your every movement. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you stay silent and don’t talk, the way you eat, the way you sit – everything is manifesting you. Anybody who is perceptive will be able to see whether you are dark inside or whether you have kindled the flame.

It is as easy as if you pass by a house in the night, a dark night, and the house is lighted inside. Is it in any way difficult to know it is lighted? No, because from the windows and from the doors you can see the light coming out. Or if the house is in darkness and there is no light burning inside, then of course you see it, it is obvious.

The same is happening in you: whatsoever you are is being broadcasted every moment. Your neurosis is broadcasted, your enlightenment also. Your meditation is broadcasted, your madness also. You cannot hide it. All efforts to hide yourself are futile. They are stupid, ridiculous.

I was reading a book by Edmund Carpenter. He was working on a sociological project, a research project, in Borneo.

He writes: “In a small town in Borneo, professional clerks sit before open windows, reading and writing. Because people are illiterate and they cannot read and write, so for their letters, documents, or any other thing, they need the help of professional writers and readers. And I was very surprised because I noticed one who was plugging his ears with his fingers while he read aloud. I inquired and was told that this was done at the request of the listener who did not want to share his letter with the reader!”

So the reader was plugging his ears with his fingers and reading the letter loudly!

But this is what is happening in everybody’s life. You go on hiding, but everything is being declared, continuously, loudly. Everything is being broadcasted; you are a continuous broadcasting station. Even while you are asleep you are broadcasting. If a buddha comes to you while you are asleep he will be able to see who you are. Even in your sleep you will be making gestures, faces, movements, uttering something. And all those things will indicate something about you, because the sleep is yours and it is bound to carry your signature.

If one becomes a little alert, one stops hiding. It is futile, it is ridiculous. Then one simply relaxes. Because of your hiding you remain tense, continuously afraid that somebody may know about you. You never expose yourself, you never live in the nude – spiritually I mean. You never live in the nude, you are always afraid. That fear cripples you and paralyzes you.

Once you understand that everything is bound to be declared – it is already being declared; the center is coming to the circumference every moment and the ocean is waving in the waves and godliness is everywhere, spread all over existence, and you are spread all over your activities – there is no point in hiding. Nothing whatsoever is hidden from of old, everything is as clear as daylight.