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I would like more and more writers, poets, film makers to steal as much as they can, because truth is not my property, I am not its owner. let it reach in any way, in anybody's name, in any form, but let it reach. Beyond Psychology#3 Q#2 : Osho

If you really want to know who I am, you have to be as absolutely empty as I am. Then two mirrors will be facing each other, and only emptiness will be mirrored: two mirrors facing each other. But if you have some idea, then you will see your own idea in me."

"Only that which cannot be taken away by death is real. Everything else is unreal, it is made of the same stuff dreams are made of." ~OSHO♥

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

Love. Go on discarding: not this, not this (NETI, NETI) ... then is the EXPLOSION -OSHO

Go on discarding: not this, not this (NETI, NETI).
and ultimately when nothing remains to be
discarded --
then is the explosion.
Do not cling to anything, to any thought.

Go on and on until the nothingness.

I have heard about a little boy Toyo and his meditations.
He was only twelve years old
but he wanted to be given something to ponder, to
meditate on,
so one evening he went to Mokurai, the Zen master,
struck the gong softly to announce his presence,
and sat before the master in respectful silence.
Finally the master said: Toyo, show me the sound of
two hands.
Toyo clapped his hands.
Good, said the master.
Now show me the sound of one hand clapping.
Toyo was silent.
Finally he bowed and left to meditate on the

The next night he returned and struck the gong with
one palm.
That is not right, said the master.
The next night Toyo returned and played geisha
music with one hand.
That is not right, said the master.
And again and again Toyo returned with some answer
but the master said again and again, That is not

For nights Toyo tried new sounds
but each and every answer was rejected.
The question itself was absurd so no answer could be right.
And when on the eleventh night Toyo came
and before he spoke anything the master said:
That is still not right!
-- then he stopped coming to the master.

For a year he thought of every possible sound
and discarded them all,
and when there was nothing left to be discarded any more
he exploded into enlightenment.

When he was no more he returned to the master
and without striking the gong he sat down and bowed.
He was not saying anything
and there was silence.
Then the master said: So you have heard the sound
without sound!

-OSHO, A Cup of Tea!

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