An enlightened being has no life of his own.
Not because he is lifeless—far from that—but because what you call life has completely dissolved in him. The residue that you cling to as “me” is no more. In that sense, he is “dead”—not dead as in a body without breath, but dead as in a being without identity, without agenda, without a separate existence.
He Is Not Living; Life Is Living Through Him
When the “person” is gone, only pure life remains. You may even say, in your understanding, he seems dead—because nothing of the personal remains. His life is not his; it is simply life flowing through an empty space.
Such a being is not living for himself.
He has no personal purpose, no private ambition, no unfinished stories. So naturally, your unfinished stories become his work. Whatever humanity has left incomplete, he simply picks up.
Wherever an enlightened one is, he begins to attend to what is undone—not because he wants to, but because life happens through him without resistance.
You may see him sweeping floors, cooking food, caring for someone’s sickness, planting trees, building a temple, healing a society, nurturing the soil, saving a dying river, or simply sitting silently.
You may think he is a farmer, a mason, a healer, a doctor, a gardener, a writer, or a wanderer.
But he is none of that.
The One Who Has No Life, Yet Lives All Lives.
He is only lubricating the karmic machinery of the people around him—softening the rigidity of lifetimes, dissolving knots that generations could not untie, completing what whole bloodlines left incomplete.
If he sees a gap, he fills it.
If he sees a wound, he tends it.
If he sees a broken piece of life, he puts it back together—not because he cares in the emotional sense, but because there is no “him” left to care or not care. There is only a boundless responsiveness.
So do not hesitate around such a being.
Do not shrink back or stand in awe.
He is not above you—not below you—not separate from you.
He is simply a mirror showing you what life could be if you stopped being a person.

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