A BUDDHA LIVES MOMENT TO MOMENT

Remember, a Buddha lives moment to moment. Like a majestic wave one day he appears on life’s ocean. With great joy and dance it comes up, with hope and dreams to touch the stars. Then the play begins and lasts for the moment, and then the wave disappears into the vastness of the ocean. It will come again, to have another day. Once again it will dance and then again it will be gone. So is God. It comes, disappears, comes again, and disappears. So is a Buddha-consciousness, or Krishna-Consciousness. Each moment it comes, acts, responds, and is gone. Again it comes and then it is gone. It is atomic.

Between two moments there is a gap. In that gap Buddha disappears. I say a word to you, and then I disappear in my silence. Then I say another word and I am there, and then again I disappear in my silence. When I dissolve in my silence I am no more physically. There is a subtle presence nameless, formless, and bodiless. Each time I respond to you and then I am no more. The response is again there and I am no more. Those intervals or those empty spaces keep one utterly fresh, because only death can keep you absolutely alive.

You die once, after sixty-seventy years. Naturally all these years you accumulate thoughts, emotions, conditioning as garbage. A Buddha, on the contrary dies every moment. No garbage is accumulated, and nothing is ever possessed. That is why Buddha Subhuti that to possess marks is to be a fraud, because possession is always of the past. Not to possess marks is to be a Buddha.

Just think of it - each moment arising, just like a breath. You breathe in, you breathe out. You breathe in again, you breathe out again. Each breath coming in is life and each breath going out is death. You are born with each incoming breath and then you die with each outgoing breath. Let each moment be a birth and a death. Then you will be new and fresh.