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I leave you my dream II

In your very heartbeat

 

"Beloved Osho, the fruit falls on the ground when it is ripe. One day, You will leave us, and it will be impossible to have another master in Your place.
How can anybody else be the substitute for the Master of Masters?
0sho, when You leave the physical body, will Your meditation techniques help our inner growth as they do now?"

My approach to your growth is basically to make you independent of me.
Any kind of dependence is a slavery, and the spiritual dependence is the worst slavery of all.
I have been making every effort to make you aware of your individuality, your freedom, your absolute capacity to grow without any help from anybody.

Your growth is something intrinsic to your being. It does not come from outside; it is not an imposition, it is an unfolding.
All the meditation techniques that I have given to you are not dependent on me - my presence or absence will not make any difference - they are dependent on you. It is not my presence, but your presence that is needed for them to work.

It is not my being here but your being here, your being in the present, your being alert and aware that is going to help,
... In fact, nobody can save anybody else; it goes against the foundational truth of freedom and individuality.

As far as I am concerned, I am simply making every effort to make you free from everybody - including me and to just be alone on the path of searching.

'This existence respects a person who dares to be alone in the seeking of truth, Slaves are not respected by existence at all. 'They do not deserve any respect; they don't respect themselves, how can they expect existence to be respectful towards them?
So remember, when I am gone, you are not going to lose anything. Perhaps you may gain something of which you are absolutely unaware.

Fight now I am available to you only embodied, imprisoned in a certain shape and form. When I am gone, where can I go? I will be here in the winds, in the ocean; and if you have loved me, if you have trusted me, you will feel me in a thousand and one ways. In your silent moments you will suddenly feel my presence.

Once I am unembodied, my consciousness is universal. Fight now you have to come to me.
'Then, you will not need to seek and search for me.
Wherever you are ... your thirst, your love ... and you will find me in your very heart, in your very heartbeat.
                                                                              
Beyond Enlightenment
                                                                                     October 13, 1986 Evening
Joseph has come,
the Handsome One of his age,
a victory banner floating over the Spring flowers.

Those of you whose work it is to wake the dead
back to life, get up!
                           This is your work-day!

The lion that hunts lions
comes charging into the meadow!

Yesterday and the day before is gone.
The beautiful coin of Now
slaps down in your hand.

The streets and buildings of this city
are all saying,
                      The Prince is here.
Start the drumbeat.
                      Everything we've said
about the Friend is true.

 

The beauty of that peacefulness
makes the whole world restless.

Spread our Love-Robe out
to catch what's sprinkling down
from the Ninth Stage.

You strange, exiled bird with clipped wing,
now You have four full-feathered wings!
You heart, closed up in a chest,
open, for the Friend is entering You.

 
You feet ,dance
It's time to dance!
 
Don't talk about the old man,
He's young again.

And don't mention the past
Do you understand? The Beloved,
the Friend, is here
                      You mumble, "But what excuse
shall I say to the King?"

The King is here Himself, making excuses!

You say, "How shall I escape from his Hand?"
That Hand has come to help you!

You saw a fire, and Light came.
You saw blood, and Wine is being poured.
Don't run from your own tremendous good fortune

Be silent,
and don't add up what's been given.

An Uncountable Grace
has come to You.
                             Jalaluddin Rumi
Coleman Harks, the poet translator of the Sufi mystic, Jalaluddin Rumi, visited the commune in November 1988. On hearing the news of Osho's death, he sent the following fax:

Savita, and all my friends there, This faxing the daily Rumi poem I'm working on makes me feel more like I'm with you now.
Much love Coleman.

Leaving some imperfection

My work is not like a painter's work. It is not that I can complete the painting; it is one long painting. And I will be giving touches to the painting even when I am breathing my last - still, the painting will be incomplete.
In life, only mad people ask for perfection. 'Me perfectionist is another name for someone who is get-ting ready to become mad.
I was a guest in a maharaja's palace, and the ma-haraja was showing me around - it was a beautiful pal-ace. At a certain place he stopped and he said, "Do you see?" There was a wall, incomplete.

I said, 'Why have you left it incomplete?"
He said, "Me palace was made by my grandfather, and this is the tradition in our family that nothing should be made perfect. Some imperfection should be left so that the coming generation remembers that life does not allow perfection."
Imperfection is not something bad. Imperfection is the root of all growth; perfection can only be death.

Once something is perfect, it is dead. The painting that I have started will remain imperfect - although I will go on trying to make it perfect, but it is the very nature of existence that it cannot be perfect.
And it is not my painting.
Those who are with me, it is as much their painting too. When I am gone, you have to continue to paint it. The painting has to go on growing new flowers, new foliage. Don't let it be dead at any point.
In other words, don't let it become perfect.
Make every effort to make it perfect, but don't let it become perfect.
Then there is tremendous beauty ... and always flowing and growing, and there comes no full stop.
In life we are always in the middle.
You don't know the beginning of life, you don't know the end of life. We are always in the middle and everybody has always been in the middle. It is a proc-ess, an ongoing process, a river that goes on flowing. That's the beauty of it, that's the glory of it.

Beyond Enlightenment
October 23, 1986 Evening

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