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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♥

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Man Goes on Dreaming and Desiring and in the End all that Remains is Ashes... OSHO

Man goes on dreaming and desiring
but basically remains where he is.
and in the end
nothing but ashes of his dreams and desires are in
his hands --
and of course tears in his eyes.

Panchatantra has a beautiful story:
In a certain town lived a Brahmin named Seedy
who got some barley meal by begging,
ate a portion,
and filled a jar with the remainder.
This jar he hung on a peg one night,
placed his cot beneath it
and fixing his gaze on the jar
fell into a hypnotic reverie.
Well here is a jar of barley meal, he thought.
Now if famine comes
a hundred rupees will come out of it.
With that sum I will get two she-goats.
Every six months they will bear two more she-goats.
After goats, cows.
When the cows calve I will sell the calves.
After cows, buffalos.
After buffalos, mares.
From the mares I shall get plenty of horses.
The sale of these will mean plenty of gold.
The gold will buy a great house with an inner court.
Then someone will come to my house
and offer his lovely daughter with a dowry.
She will bear a son whom I shall call Moonlord.
When he is old enough to ride on my knee I will
take a book,
sit on the stable roof and think.
Just then Moonlord will see me,
will jump from his mother's lap in his eagerness to
ride on my knee
and will go too near the horses.
Then I shall get angry and tell my wife to take the boy
but she will be too busy with her chores
and will not pay attention to what I say.
Then I will get up and kick her!

Being sunk in his hypnotic dream
he let fly such a kick that he smashed the jar
and the barley meal it contained turned him white
all over.

-OSHO, A Cup of Tea!

1 comment:

  1. hmmmm perhaps Osho never realized...real dreams are the ones that happen after you wake up