The silence of death

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Death, may I come in?

Death, may I come in?
"No, definitely not!
You are a shameless liar;
You are a worthless coward,
An impossible creature!

"Hundreds of times
You have begged me
To allow you
To enter into my lifeless Hall,
And I have given you
My immediate permission.
Yet you have invited fear
To capture your heart.

"No more opportunity
Shall be given to you.
With you I shall not share
My nectar-pleasure
And my silence-treasure,
    Never!"

Delayed arrival

Death, I do not deny
That I have badly disappointed you.
I have been delaying and delaying my arrival.
But you can easily forgive me
Because my mother,
My father, my brother,
My sister and many
Bosom friends of mine
Have committed suicide.
They came to you;
They entered into your Hall
Long before they were due.
I am sure their early arrival
Can stand against my late arrival.

"You fool, they came in
Before I had invited them.
They were unpardonable intruders.
Never do I forgive such intruders,
Nor does God forgive these life-takers.
I have thrown
The members of your family
And your friends
Into the lowest hell,
Far below your imagination's flight.
Ceaseless torture
Has embraced them.

"I give you my first and last
Piece of advice:
Never take your life away,
    Never!

"Although in your case the time has
    already expired,
And in spite of my immediate need
And demand for your presence,
I am ready to wait for you
    Indefinitely!"

Death, where are my brothers?

Death, where are my
Divine brothers,
Sri Krishna and the Christ?
Do you know anything
About them?
Did they enjoy your company?
Did you enjoy their company?

"I hate your divine brothers.
They did not say a word
In my favour
    On earth.
They spoke only of Eternal Life,
My eternal enemy.
But my big heart forgave them;
I immediately showed them
The way to the highest Heaven.
I must say that
Gratitude did not altogether
Desert your divine brothers.
The pride of the East
And the pride of the West
Both garlanded me
Before they left me
For their Father.
Needless to say,
Their Father and my Father
Are eternally one
And supremely inseparable."

Death, why do you live?

Death, why do you live?
"I live because
Your human life needs divine rest,
Your human life deserves supreme rest
After you have fought
In the battlefield of life."

Death, when will you die?
"I shall die
The moment
Bondage and ignorance
Forget your life
And the life of Earth."

Death, tell me something, please.

Death, tell me
Something about yourself, please.

"I shall tell you
The most important thing
About myself:
I love God because He is supremely great.
I love man because he is hopelessly helpless."

Death, how old are you?

Death, how old are you?
"I am as old as your friend, Life."

Death, unfortunately
I know not my friend's age.
"You fool, don't you know that
Your friend is as old as his earthly hope?"

Death, what is earthly hope?
"Earthly hope is man's future eye,
    future heart,
    future role,
    future goal."

Death, tell me why?

Death, tell me, please,
Why some people love you
And some people hate you.
    Why?

"My lovers love me
Because I don't think of them at all.
My haters hate me
Because I think of them
When their hour is due."

Death, what do you and God speak about?

Death, how often do you speak to God?
"I speak to God constantly."

Can you tell me
What both of you talk about?

"We talk about our achievements
    And
Our disappointments.
I tell God about my achievements
    On earth
And my disappointments in Heaven.
God tells me about His achievements
    In Heaven
And His disappointments on earth."

I see.
Thank you, Death.

Death, do you have a God?

Death, do you have a God like me?
"Yes, I do."
Perhaps we have the same God.
"Yes, we have the same God.
But unlike me
You have two Gods."

No, never!
I have only one God,
And I pray to only one God.

"You liar!
When wild frustration
Embraces you
And untold disgrace
Dances around you,
Whom do you pray to?
To me, my child, to me.
You pray to me:
'O Death, O bountiful Death,
Do come and embrace me.
I need your immediate presence.'
You must know that
Whoever you pray to
Is your God,
Your real God.
Therefore at times
I become your God,
Your only God."

O Death, my stupid curiosity
Deeply admires your Wisdom-Reality.

Death, how often do you speak to Satan?

Death, how often do you speak to Satan?
"I never speak to Satan.
I hate him!
I hate his brutality;
I hate his ignorance-existence-reality.
He is just impossible!"
Why, Death, why?

"You know why.
I love both Heaven and earth.
I love Heaven's flower of beauty.
I love earth's fruit of duty.

"Rascal Satan is always eager
To destroy the flower of God's own Heaven
And the fruit of God's own earth.
One day I shall conquer Satan.
I shall devour Satan.
And then I and my Dream-boat shall enjoy
God the Beauty,
And I and my Reality-shore
Shall enjoy God the Duty,
Unreservedly and eternally."

Death, please illumine me.

Death, please illumine me.
Some people are killed
While defending their own country
When they come to you,
What do you do with them?

"When they come to me,
I bless them and bless them.
I embrace them and embrace them
Until they are tired of my embrace."

And what about those
Who are killed
While attacking another country
And killing its people?
My question is,
What do you do with those aggressors?

"Aggressors?
I hate them,
I literally hate them!
I hate them to the same extent
That I hate Satan.
And when they come to me,
I turn them all
Into a huge football
And kick them and kick them
With all the strength of my Thunder-Feet,
Until I am completely exhausted!"

Unfortunate deaths

UNFORTUNATE DEATHS

Death,
I know
You vehemently detest suicide-death.
What about the unintentional, unavoidable tragedies:
    Fire-death
    Water-death
    Famine-death
    Car-death
    Aeroplane-death
    And other
    Unfortunate deaths?

"I tell you,
It is mischievous Satan
Who is responsible for all
Sad happenings on earth.
He creates such problems for me!
At times I find it extremely difficult
To house those unfortunate human beings properly,
To my real satisfaction.
I hate Satan
At each hush-gap,
And I really mean it."

Death, do you have telephones in your country?

Death, here on earth we have telephones.
Do you have telephones in your country?
"Yes, we do."

I am so delighted to hear that.
Now, do you make long-distance calls
As we do from America to Russia?
"Yes, we do.
At every moment
My assistants make thousands
Of long-distance calls
On my behalf."

Thousands of calls?
Good gracious!
To whom do they make so many
Long-distance calls?
"They speak to Heaven and hell on the phone.
At every moment,
Thousands of human souls
We have to dispatch
Either to Heaven or to hell.
We inform Heaven and hell first
Before we send them new members.
We throw those members down,
Who are meant for hell,
And we push those members up,
Who are meant for Heaven."

Death, I am extremely curious

Death, I am extremely curious to know
Something from you.
"Just ask me,
And my answer will be immediate."

Death, when a desiring man dies,
What do you do with him?
When an aspiring man dies,
What do you do with him?
When a realised man
Leaves the body,
What do you do with him?

"When a desiring man dies,
I immediately give him
The book of frustration to read.
When an aspiring man dies,
I immediately give him
The book of determination to read.
When a realised man
Leaves the body,
I immediately give him
The Kite of Liberation to fly."

Death, how do you know?

Death, how do you know
That you do not give us
A false rest?

"Pilgrim, how do you know
That your life on earth
Is not a splendid illusion?"

Death, I know that my life on earth
Is not an illusion
    Because
    I play here on earth
    With God and His Sound-Life.

"Pilgrim, come and enter into me.
You will see me playing
    With God and His Silence-Soul."

Destruction and dissolution, haven and Heaven

Death, are you destruction
    And
    Dissolution?

    "Yes, I am."

Death, are you haven
    And
    Heaven?

    "Yes, I am."

Death, how?

    "Pilgrim, easy
I just destroy and dissolve
The demands of the human body
    And
Comfort and immortalise
The tears of the divine soul."

The quick surrender, the brave fight

Old men slowly, helplessly
    And peacefully
Enter into the Hall of Death.

Death proudly, deliberately
    And triumphantly
Enters into the Life-chambers
    Of young men.

O Death, I like the quick surrender
    Of the old men,
    And
I love, admire and adore
    The brave fight
    Of the young men.

How he plays with God

It matters not
    If
A man actually dies.

It matters not
    Where and when
He eventually dies.

    But

It matters much,
    It matters more,
It matters most

    How

He plays with God
    On earth
In the Garden
    Of Love-Light.

Who still remains?

Death is dead!
    Who still remains?
    Time,
    Time survives.

Life is dead!
    Who still remains?
    Light,
    Light survives.

Love is dead!
    Who still remains?
    Aspiration,
    Aspiration survives.

When are they afraid of you?

When
Is death afraid of you?
When you smile.
    Why?
Because the brother in death
Needs your smile.

    When
Is life afraid of you?
When you despair.
    Why?
Because the mother in life
Hates your despair.

    When
Is truth afraid of you?
When you give up.
    Why?
Because the father in truth
Wants you to try
    Time and again.
    Never give up.
    Never!

I think of death

I think of death
Not because
I am afraid of death.

I meditate on death
Not because
I am afraid of death.

I love death
Not because
I am afraid of death.

I think of death
Because
Death needs my smile.

I meditate on death
Because
Death needs my life.

I love death
Because
Death at least,
    And none else,
    Acknowledges my heights.

What shall I do?

My body is dead.
My vital is dead.
My mind is dead.
My heart is dead.
My soul is seriously ill.
My God is not feeling well,
    Either.
What shall I do?
Alas!
What can I do?
Alas!
Who can save me?
Alas, alas, alas!

Death is the end, death is the beginning.

To the pleasure-lover,
    Death is the end.

To the joy-lover,
    Death is the beginning.

To the pleasure-lover,
    Death is the end
    Of his desire-life.

To the joy-lover,
    Death is the beginning
    Of his aspiration-inquiry.

A contradiction in terms

Death and success
Are a contradiction in terms,
Like a wise fool.

Death and progress
Are a contradiction in terms,
Like a divine liar.

Death, why are you not natural?

Death, why are you not natural?
"Pilgrim, who told you that?
Just live in your soul,
And you will see
That nobody is as natural
As I am."

Death, why are you not useful?
"Pilgrim, who told you that?
Just live in your heart,
And you will deeply appreciate
My tremendous usefulness."

Death, why are you not universal?
"Pilgrim, who told you that?
Just live in your mind,
And you will learn
That my universality surprisingly surpasses
The rest of God's creation put together."

Death, do you speak to God?

Death, do you speak to God?
"Yes, I do."
How often do you speak to God?
"I speak to God quite often
    And
Also quite a lot."

Death, what do you talk about?
"We talk about various things,
But mostly we talk about
Man's helplessness and man's cleverness.
God thinks all human beings are helpless
    And
I think all human beings are clever.
God has decided to make them all
Secure and powerful.
I have decided to make them all
Wise and self-giving."

My death and my life

My death shall be the death
Of my black-brown fears.

My death shall be the death
Of my brown-black doubts.

My life shall be the birth
Of my blue-gold hope.

My life shall be the birth
Of my gold-blue promise.

Death and life, I need your capacity

Death, I need your capacity
    To even all.

Life, I need your capacity
    To feed all.

Death, I need your sense of duty
    To embrace all.

Life, I need your breath of beauty
    To perfect all.

My endeavours, my achievements, my Goal-Sun

Death:
My earthly endeavours
    Have quietly ended.
My Heavenly achievements
    Have smilingly begun.
My supremely supreme Goal-Sun
    Shall eternally shine.

"Pilgrim,
    Stop not your endeavours.
Pilgrim,
    Lose not your achievements.
Pilgrim,
    Belittle not your Goal-Sun."

Death, I love you.

Death, I love you.
"Pilgrim, why?"

Death, I love you
Because your body is peaceful.

"Pilgrim, I love you."
Death, why?

"Pilgrim, I love you
Because your heart is soulful."

Death, do you have any friends?

Death, do you have any friends?
"Yes, I do."

Who are they?
"Pilgrim, my friends are
Earth, Heaven and Hell."

Why are they your friends?
"Pilgrim, Earth is my friend
    Because
Earth satisfies my hunger.
Pilgrim, Heaven is my friend
    Because
Heaven utilises my service.
Pilgrim, Hell is my friend
    Because
Hell acts as my counsellor."

What I do with death

The philosopher in me
    Ignores death.

The singer in me
    Glorifies death.

The poet in me
    Immortalises death.

The Yogi in me
    Commands death.

Duty, beauty and reality

Life is a thing of duty.
This duty is a great expense.

Death is a thing of beauty.
This beauty is a greater expense.

Love is a thing of reality.
This reality is the greatest expense.

Instant illumination

Death, when a spiritual Master visits you
On his way to Heaven,
Do you give him a special reception?

"Yes, I do.
But I am so lucky
That God has turned only very few human beings
Into spiritual Masters
Since the very birth of His creation.
Only on very rare occasions
Do I have to welcome a spiritual Master."

O Death, my poor ignorant friend,
Those days are buried in oblivion!
Nowadays thousands of spiritual Masters
Are offering their loftiest Height,
Purest Light
And
Deepest Delight
To their younger brothers and sisters in spirit.
To your wide surprise,
There are some spiritual Masters
Who have the capacity —
Unlike Krishna, the Buddha
And the Christ —
To grant Illumination,
Liberation and Salvation
In the twinkling of an eye.

Again, there are some
Who are simply unique.
Do you know what they do?
They initiate
Over ten thousand people
At a time!
And their initiation has
The thaumaturgic power
To offer their disciples
Illumination, Liberation and Salvation
All at once!

"Is it so?
I must immediately go to Heaven
And inform my comrades Krishna, Buddha and Christ
About the incredible
And unprecedented capacities
Of these spiritual Masters.
I shall tell Krishna, Buddha and Christ
That if they really want to be
Worthy of their successors,
Then they must
Immediately come down
And be their most humble disciples.
I assure you, my divine friends
Are extremely sincere seekers.
They will immediately
Come down
And kiss the very dust
Of the feet of these Masters
Who are granting
Instant Illumination, Liberation and Salvation
Like the earth's instant coffee.
I am so grateful to you
For offering me
This creation-illumining news."

Death, I am so happy that at last
My most dedicated service
Has been of some use to you.

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