頭腦的聰慧根本不算是聰慧，它只是知識性；心的聰慧才是聰慧，它是唯一的聰慧。頭腦簡直是一堆破爛，它從來都是老朽的，從來不是新鮮的，從來都不是原創的。頭腦有它的用途：生活中許多的東西必須被記住，就需要它，把它當檔案櫃是非常好用的，你可以在它裡面積累知識，當你需要時，再把知識從它裡面拿出來，它是一部生物電腦；頭腦的數學很好，善於計算，用在規劃日常生活和理財都很好用。但是如果你認為它就是你的整個生命，那麼你將一輩子保持愚蠢。你將永遠不會知道感覺的美麗，和心的祝福；你將永遠不會知道那只有通過心才能降臨的恩典，和那只有通過心才能進入的神性；你永遠不會知道祈禱，永遠不會知道詩歌，也永遠不會知道愛。

 

心的聰慧，能在你的生命中創造詩歌，在你人生的腳步中配上舞蹈，讓你的一生變成一個喜悅、一場慶祝、一席歡宴、一片片歡聲笑語。它給你幽默感，它使你有能力去愛、去分享，這才是真正的生活。從頭腦延伸出的生活，是一種機械式的生活，你變成了機器人。機器比人類更有效率，活得像機器人是非常有效率的。你可以靠頭腦賺了很多錢，但你不會活得豐富。你可能過著更好的生活水準，但你不會真正活過任何生命。

 

生命的依據是心；通過心，生命才能成長。只有在心的土壤上，愛才能成長、生命才能成長、靈魂才能成長。所有美麗的、真正有價值的、有意義的、重要的，都是通過心而來臨的。心是你的中心，頭腦只是你的外圍；住在頭腦，就是活在周邊上、沒有知悉到中心的美和珍貴，是愚蠢的。

 

常住在頭腦，就是愚蠢。常住在心並且在需要時能使用頭腦，就是聰慧；而在那個中心，那個主人住在你的存在的核心。

 

當你的心是主人，頭腦只是一個僕人，那就是聰慧。當頭腦成為主人，心被遺忘了，那就是愚蠢。

 

整個事情是由你來選擇。請記住，當頭腦作為一個奴僕時，它是一個美麗的奴僕，它有很多功用。但是，作為主人時，它是一個危險的主人，它會破壞你的一生，會毒害你的一生。看看你周圍的人！人們的生活絕對是中毒了，被頭腦毒害了。他們無法感覺，他們不再是敏銳的，沒有什麼能激動他們。太陽升起，但他們的內心沒有任何東西上升，他們看著太陽而眼睛是空洞的。天空變得充滿星星，多奇妙、多神秘，但在他們的心中沒有激動出現、沒有歌曲譜出。鳥兒在唱歌，而人們已經忘記了歌唱。雲朵在空中飄來，孔雀在地上跳舞，而人們已經忘記了舞蹈，他已經成為一個跛子。樹正在開花，而人們還在思考、沒有感覺，沒有感覺的內心不會有開花的可能。

 

換個角度去好好地審視、觀察你自己的生活吧！沒有別人會來幫你代勞的！長期以來，你一直依賴別人這麼做，這就是為什麼你會變笨。現在，自己來！這是你自己的責任，是你虧欠自己的！。做一個深入、穿透的觀察，看看你在過著怎樣的生活。在你的心裡有任何詩歌嗎？如果它不存在，那就不要再浪費時間了，趕快來幫助你的內心編織詩歌。在你的生活中有任何的浪漫嗎？如果沒有，那麼你已經在墳墓裡了。

 

蛻出吧！讓生活有些浪漫的東西，有一點冒險的東西。探索去吧！無數的美妙和輝煌都在等著你。你一生還只是在周圍徘徊，還沒有進入生活的殿堂！那殿堂的門就是你的心。

 

真正的聰慧是從心來的，它不是智性的，它是感性的。它不像思考，它像感覺。它不是邏輯，它是愛。

 

那些願意去銳化自己的聰慧的人，才能愛。愛不是為那些平庸愚鈍的人存在的。愚鈍的人，可能會成為一個偉大的知識分子。事實上，愚蠢的人總是嘗試要成為知識分子，那是他們隱藏自己的愚鈍的方式。愛不是為那些知識分子而存在的。愛需要一種完全不同的才華，它需要一顆有才華的心，而不是一顆有才華的頭腦。

 

愛有它自己的聰慧，它用它自己的方式去看、去感知、去理解生活，它用它自己的方式去領悟存在的神秘。詩人遠遠地比哲學家接近愛。神秘正是在寺廟內，詩人已經來到寺廟的台階，而哲學家還在外面。哲學家最多也只能趨近車道，但從來沒有能走向台階，他繞著寺廟團團轉，他研究寺廟的外牆，他變得如此陶醉，以至於完全忘了外牆並不等於寺廟，而神是在裡面。

 

詩人到達門，但門是如此的美麗，他被催眠了。他認為他已經達成了，還有什麼更美的嗎？哲學家迷失在猜測門裡面是什麼，他從來沒有走到門那裡，他只是在哲學裡沉思。詩人試圖進入那神秘的，但在門的附近他上鉤了。只有神秘家進入寺廟最裡面的密室。

 

那個途徑就是愛，就是一個能愛的聰慧。當愛與聰慧一起，你創造了一個空間，在那裡面，所有的人類可以達成的，都將能被實現。一個充滿愛的聰慧是所需要的條件。單靠聰慧會變得太知識性，單靠愛又會變得多愁善感，但是一個充滿愛的聰慧永遠不會成為知識性或感傷。它提供你一種新的完整體，一個新的結晶。

 

原文： The Poetry of the Heart

 

The intelligence of the head is not intelligence at all; it is knowledgeability. The intelligence of the heart is the intelligence, the only intelligence there is. The head is simply an accumulator. It is always old, it is never new, it is never original. It is good for certain purposes: For filing it is perfectly good! And in life one needs this– many things have to be remembered. The mind, the head, is a bio computer. You can go on accumulating knowledge in it and whenever you need it you can take it out. It is good for mathematics, good for calculation, good for the day-to-day life, the marketplace. But if you think this is your whole life then you will remain stupid. You will never know the beauty of feeling and you will never know the blessings of the heart. You will never know the grace that descends only through the heart, the godliness that enters only through the heart. You will never know prayer, you will never know poetry, you will never know love.

 

The intelligence of the heart creates poetry in your life, gives a dance to your step, makes your life a joy, a celebration, a festivity, a laughter. It gives you a sense of humor. It makes you capable of love, of sharing. That is true life. The life that is lived from the head is a mechanical life. You become a robot– maybe very efficient. Robots are very efficient, machines are more efficient than man. You can earn much through the head, but you will not live much. You may have a better standard of living but you won’t have any life.

 

Life is of the heart. Life can only grow through the heart. It is the soil of the heart where love grows, life grows, spirit grows. All that is beautiful, all that is really valuable, all that is meaningful, significant, comes through the heart. The heart is your very center, the head is just your periphery. To live in the head is to live on the circumference without ever becoming aware of the beauties and the treasures of the center. To live on the periphery is stupidity.

 

To live in the head is stupidity. To live in the heart and use the head whenever it is needed is intelligence. But the center, the master, is at the very core of your being.

 

The master is the heart, and the head is just a servant– this is intelligence. When the head becomes the master and forgets all about the heart, that is stupidity.

 

It is up to you to choose. Remember, the head as a slave is a beautiful slave, of much utility. But as a master it is a dangerous master and will destroy your whole life, will poison your whole life. Look around! People’s lives are absolutely poisoned, poisoned by the head. They cannot feel, they are no longer sensitive, nothing thrills them. The sun rises but nothing rises in them; they look at the sun empty-eyed. The sky becomes full of the stars– the marvel, the mystery!– but nothing stirs in their hearts, no song arises. Birds sing– man has forgotten to sing. Clouds come in the sky and the peacocks dance, and man does not know how to dance. He has become a cripple. Trees bloom– and man thinks, never feels, and without feeling there is no flowering possible.

 

Watch, scrutinize, observe, have another look at your life. Nobody else is going to help you. You have depended on others so long; that’s why you have become stupid. Now, take care; it is your own responsibility. You owe it to yourself to have a deep, penetrating look at what you are doing with your life. Is there any poetry in your heart? If it is not there, then don’t waste time. Help your heart to weave and spin poetry. Is there any romance in your life? If there is not, then you are already in your grave.

 

Come out of it! Let life have something of the romantic in it, something like adventure. Explore! Millions of beauties and splendors are waiting for you. You go on moving around and around, never entering into the temple of life. The door is the heart.

 

The real intelligence is of the heart. It is not intellectual, it is emotional. It is not like thinking, it is like feeling. It is not logic, it is love.

 

Love is available only to those who go on sharpening their intelligence. Love is not for the mediocre…love is not for the unintelligent. The unintelligent person may become a great intellectual. In fact unintelligent people try to become intellectuals; that is their way of hiding their unintelligence. Love is not for the intellectual. Love needs a totally different kind of talent– a talented heart, not a talented head.

 

Love has its own intelligence, its own way of seeing, perceiving, its own way of understanding life, its own way of comprehending the mystery of existence. The poet is far closer to it than the philosopher. And the mystic is exactly inside the temple. The poet is on the steps and the philosopher is just outside. At the most he can approach the driveway, but never the steps. He goes on round and round. He goes on moving around the temple, studying the outer walls of the temple, and becomes so enchanted that he forgets completely that the outer walls are not the real temple and that the deity is inside.

 

The poet reaches the door, but the door is so beautiful that he becomes hypnotized. He thinks he has arrived– what more can there be? The philosopher is lost in guessing what is inside. He never goes there, he simply thinks, philosophizes. The poet tries to penetrate into the mystery but gets hooked near the door. The mystic enters into the very innermost sanctum of the temple.

 

The way is love, and the way is a loving intelligence. When love and intelligence meet together you create the space in which all that is possible to a human being can become actual. A loving intelligence is what is needed. Intelligence alone becomes intellectual, love alone becomes sentimentality, but a loving intelligence never becomes intellectuality or sentimentality. It gives you a new kind of integrity, a new crystallization.

 

 

 

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