The inner music has strange quality the sound of one hand clapping. Outer music needs and instrument, it needs a duality - the musician and the instrument. The inner music does not need a duality. The musician is the music, the musician is the instrument, the musician is all. There is no division. Zen people call it the sound of one hand clapping. No, one hand cannot clap. they are simply showing that inside, the sound of one hand clapping happens. Two hats are needed to clap. That is the outside music, two hands clapping. It is easy for two hands to clap; there is a conflict, there is struggle, there is a clash. But the inner music Anhato, means silence, the sound of silence.
Silence has its own music. It can be heard only by those who have dropped all noise from the head. It can be heard only from the heart, not by the head. The heady person goes on missing it. Only the person who is full of heart, full of love, can hear the music.
This is the music that helps you to go beyond. It becomes a rainbow bridge. You cannot grasp it with the mind; You cannot comprehend it with the mind. The mind has to be put aside, completely put aside, and then suddenly it is there.
That is the whole art of meditation, putting the mind slowly aside and getting to the inner music, becoming attuned to the inner world of oneness. You can call it the experience of God, Tao, truth, Dhamma; it is really nothing but the experience of the ultimate music
If you hide a flower in a room where no sun reaches it, no wind reaches it, you may think that you are protecting it, But you are killing it; you are committing a murder. It is with good intentions, of course; it is for the flower own good because outside there is wind and there is too much rain and too much sun and you want to protect the delicate bud. So that it can become a flower, you hide it in your bedroom and you close all doors and windows. It will die.
It can open only when it is connected with the sun, it can open only when it can dance in the wind, It can open only when it can enjoy the shower of rain, when it can have a dialogue with the stars. It belongs to the whole; it can only open up in a deep rootedness with the whole.
Man remains a bud; his blissfulness remains a bud for the simple reason that he is too concern about security, Afraid for Danger, insecurity, risk. So he keeps himself within a certain boundary and encloses himself in a protective wall. This is how he becomes prisoner.
Life can be lived only as insecurity, Life can be lived only as danger and there is no other way.
