Truth cannot be transferred — there is no way to transfer it….

Sannyas has to be a real break away. A loving surrender to the new....

Truth cannot be transferred -- there is no way to transfer it....


ONE HOT AFTERNOON an owl was sitting in a tree and a swan flew up and sat there too.


'Phew, it is hot, Brother Owl,' he said. 'The sun is bright and I am all hot and sweaty.'


'What!' said the owl. 'What, what are you talking about? Sun? Hot? When darkness gathers it gets hot. What is this sun you are talking about? Are you mad or something? What are you trying to tell me? There is no such thing as the sun. There has never been. What is this light that gets hot? We have never heard about it. It gets hot when darkness gathers? Are you trying to make a fool of me? And I'm not alone in saying so. All our scriptures also say so.'

The swan was flabbergasted by all this. 'How can I explain it to this blind old owl?' he thought.


'Look, Brother, I can see with my eyes. It is the middle of the day and the sun is shining brightly and it is very hot. You are saying that it is dark? How can I explain it to you?'


'Let us go then,' said the owl. 'There is a big tree over there where there are lots of owls and great scholars too. We will ask them about it — they know all about the scriptures, and a few of them are very learned. Come on! We will see if you are making a fool of me.'


They flew over and there were many many blind owls there. 'This swan has turned up,' the owl said, 'and he says that it is the middle of the day and the sun is beating down and that there is light everywhere and that's why it is hot. What do you people say?'


'What is all this?' they cried. 'Our fathers and their fathers and their fathers, in fact, nobody in the whole history of our community has ever seen a sun, so there is no such thing as a sun. How can it be there? He is having you on. Don't listen to him. He is either mad or a very fraudulent fellow. He is trying to corrupt our religion. We have always lived in darkness and we have always worshipped darkness. It is the very foundation of our way of life. He will destroy our way of life. That is the sort of person he is. If you want, we will take a majority vote on it.'


One owl got up and said, 'What is the truth? Does darkness exist or does light?'

'Darkness, and darkness alone,' they all cried in unison. 'Why then has it got so hot?'


'Because it is so dark,' they cried. 'Heat is a function of darkness.'


'Don't let him stay here,' they all cried again. 'He will spoil our religion, our tradition, our very cherished past. Drive him away immediately! He is either totally blind or utterly mad.'


This small parable contains a few truths of immense value.


First: truth cannot be transferred — there is no way to transfer it. My truth is my truth; I can talk about it to you, but talking about it is not transferring it to you. Listening to it is not understanding it. You will have to open your own eyes.

The function of a real Master is not to tell you that God exists but to help you to open your eyes, to open the windows of your soul so that you can see, so that you can realize the meaning of the word 'God' in your own bones, in your own blood, in your very marrow. I cannot see for you through my eyes and I cannot walk for you with my legs and I cannot fly for you with my wings. You will have to live your life and you will have to die your death.