People go on living
in the memories
which are only footprints
left on the sand;
or they project
a life into the future,
which is also
as non-existential
as the past.
One is no more,
the other is not yet,
and between the two
one loses the real,
the present, the now.
When one rushes
to be perfect
from that very moment
one enters into ego...
The moment one becomes
interested in being perfect,
the ego enters in.
The ego is a perfectionist –
the desire of the ego
is to be perfect –
and perfection drives
humanity towards insanity.
Perfection is in the future:
it is a desire.
Perfection has to be achieved,
and of course every
achievement takes time;
it has to be gradual.
You have to sacrifice
the present for the future,
the today for the tomorrow.
And the tomorrow never comes;
what comes is always today.
Life knows nothing of future
and nothing of past;
it knows only the present.
Now is the only time
and here the only space.
The moment you
go astray from now
and here you are
going to end into
some kind of madness.
You will fall into fragments;
your life will become a hell.
You will be torn apart:
the past will
pull a part of you towards itself
and the future the other part.
You will become schizophrenic,
split, divided.
Your life will be only
a deep anguish,
a trembling, an anxiety, a tension.
You will not know
anything of bliss,
you will not know
anything of ecstasy
because the past exists not.
So where are you?