The Winds of Wonder

To be nothing but That

All circumstances have been furiously teaching the body to call all the time the Divine. And so now it’s got into the habit of repeating its mantra; it repeats it ALL THE TIME. When it thinks of nothing but the Divine, everything is fine. If the body thinks about eating, everything goes wrong; if it repeats its mantra, it can absorb the food, everything becomes so easy.

The body asks but one thing, to melt into the Divine, to be nothing but That, to cease to exist separately — then all is well. It’s very interesting. And when it leaves That, it feels it’s going to disintegrate the very next minute. That it is the only thing that keeps it together; without That, it doesn’t exist anymore.

It’s as if the cells — not the body’s cells: the organisation that makes up the form, that holds everything together and makes up a form), it’s as if that had to learn it can go on living without the sense of separate individuality. It has to learn to be a certain way of being.

5 June 1971