Rivers-God's nectar or tears...

I wrote this as i was pained to read an article about river "Ganga" being polluted..and ya to mention Yamuna..which is like a flowing drain in Delhi..thats right Delhi has its own river.."Yamuna" but so pathetic in her condition...my heart cries for that..and hence the words flow...

main ek nadi hun..milne chali hun samndar se...
aao chalo mere saath mere safar par...

pahadon ki god me meri rangat chaand ko bhi feeka karti hai
saaf-pavitar jaise koi phool khila ho abhi..

aage khula aasmaan hoga, aur mere kinaare ugenge kuch khaamosh saathi bhi
dikhega saaf aks tumhara mere pani me..
tab tak..jab tak koi rang na ghule mujh me
ya na bahe koi deep, koi murda jism mujh me..

puja karna chahte ho meri..
to kya zaruri hai manthan mera??
maine kab maanga hai tumse kuch..
par mujhse na cheeno wo..jo mera hai...

ab
thodi aur angdaai lungi me..
to kar lo kaid mujh mitti ki diwaaron me...
banao meri raftaar se bijlee par..

mere motiyon ka thikaana mat cheeno..
ek duniya basti hai mere andar bhi..
use kyon banjar karna chahoge???

badloge meri raahien...
to kuch na paaoge..mere saath bas behte hi jaoge..

main to amrit thi khuda ka..
aansu na banao mujhe..
maine to seencha hai, mitti ki maang ko..
usi maang ko na ujadwao mujhse...

wo aa gya baahein phailaayen samandar..
us ki aagosh me sma jana hai..

ye mera ant hai..par
tumne mujhe mara hai..har mod par..
pilaaya hai zeher mujhe apne jehen ka..

dum toda hai...maine har baandh(dam) me..
ab to bas behti hun main kisi shayaar ki ghazal me
ya dabi hun tasveeron me chitarkaar ki..

par jisne banaya mujhe mere asal rang me..
wo kaala to nai tha..
wo kaala to nai tha..

peeche mudkar dekhu to...gumaan hota hai..
kya ise se badtar bhi insaan hota hai..
jo nikli thi main pura karne maksad..
uske khatm hone ka ehsaas yahaan hota hai...
yahaan hota hai...

Rabiya Al Adabiya, a sufi mystic

There have been just a few more women around the world who are enough to prove that there is no intrinsic incapacity in being a woman that prevents you from rising to the status of being a master. One of them is Rabiya Al Adabiya, a sufi mystic.

“She is a Sufi; her name is Rabiya al-Adabiya. Al-Adabiya means 'from the village of Adabiya'. Rabiya is her name, al-Adabiya is her address. That's how the Sufis named her: Rabiya al-Adabiya. The village became a very Mecca when Rabiya was still alive. Travelers from all over the world, seekers from everywhere, came searching for Rabiya's hut. She was really a ferocious mystic; with a hammer in her hand she could have broken anybody's skull. She actually broke many many skulls and brought out the hidden essence.

Once, Hassan came to her searching, seeking. One morning while staying with her he asked for the Koran for his morning prayer. Rabiya gave him her own book. Hassan was aghast; he said, "This is condemnable. Who has done this?" Rabiya had corrected the Koran! She had crossed out many words in many places. She had even cut out whole passages. Hassan said, "This is not allowed. The Koran cannot be edited. Who can edit the prophet -- the last messenger of God?" That's why the Mohammedans call him the last messenger -- because there will be no more prophets after Mohammed, so who can correct his words? He is correct, and not correctable.

Rabiya laughed and said, "I don't care about tradition. I have seen God face to face, and I have changed the book according to my experience. This is my book," she said; "you cannot raise any objection. It is my possession. You should be thankful that I allowed you to go through it. I have to be true to my experience, not to anybody else's."

This is Rabiya, the incredible woman. I include her in my list. She is enough to put Madame Blavatsky in her place. Again, Rabiya's words are not written by her, but are just disciples' notes, like Devageet's. Rabiya would say something out of context -- nobody could figure out any context; suddenly she would say something and it was noted down. So were the anecdotes she related and the anecdotes that her life itself became. I love that.

Meera is beautiful, but without salt, just sweet. Rabiya is very salty. As you know I am a diabetic, and I cannot eat or drink too much of Meera -- Devaraj won't allow it. But Rabiya is okay, I can have as much salt as I want. In fact I hate sugar, and I hate saccharin even more, the artificial sugar created especially for diabetics -- but I love the salt.

Jesus said to his disciples: Ye are the salt of the earth. I can say of Rabiya: Rabiya, you are the salt of all the women that have existed and will ever exist on the earth.”

OSHO

Rumi...the great sufi master

Jalaluddin Rumi There have been very few people who have moved and transformed as many hearts as Jalaluddin Rumi.

In the world of the Sufis, Mevlana Rumi is the emperor. His words have to be understood not as mere words, but sources of deep silences, echoes of inner and the innermost songs. He is the greatest dancer the world has known. Twelve hundred years have passed since he was alive.

His dance is a special kind of dance. It is a kind of whirling, just the way small children whirl; standing on one spot they go on round and round. And perhaps everywhere in the world small children do that and their elders stop them saying, "You will become dizzy, you will fall, you will hurt yourself," and, "What is the point of doing it?"

Jalaluddin Rumi made a meditation of whirling. The meditator goes on whirling for hours -- as long as the body allows him; he does not stop on his own. When whirling a moment comes that he sees himself utterly still and silent, a center of the cyclone. Around the center the body is moving, but there is a space which remains unmoved; that is his being.

"Jalaluddin Rumi is one of the greatest Sufi mystics. He is the only mystic whom Sufis have called Mevlana. Mevlana means, our Beloved Master.

A few people I love immensely. Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi is one of them, and the reason I love him is that he was not life-negative, but life-affirmative. And the meditation that he has found and which has continued for seven hundred years among a small stream of mystics was the meditation of a certain kind of dance. His followers are called whirling sufis.

You must have seen small children -- they like to whirl; and everybody stops them, because the fear of the parents is that the child may fall, may have a fracture, may get hurt. But in spite of all prohibitions, children love to whirl. And nobody has inquired why children love, all over the world, irrespective of race, nation, religion, why children love to whirl.

Jalaluddin Rumi, seeing children whirl, thought that there must be something that the children feel but they cannot express, and perhaps they are not fully aware what it is. So he tried whirling himself, and he was amazed that if you go on whirling there comes a moment when the center of your being remains static and your whole body, mind, brain, everything, whirls.

And that center which does not whirl, is you, the center of the cyclone. The whirling is almost like a cyclone, but exactly in the middle of the cyclone you will find a point which has not moved at all. Every wheel needs a center on which to turn, and the center has to remain unturning. You see in bicycles, in bullock carts, wherever there is a wheel, there is something in the center which is unmoving.

Once Jalaluddin became aware that you can find the unmoving center of your being, he tried for thirty-six hours non-stop, without eating, without drinking -- he was determined to whirl to his absolute capacity, not to hold back anything... unless he falls, he is not going to stop. Thirty-six hours he whirled, a great crowd watched. The crowd went on changing; people had to go to eat and then they came again. People had to do their work and then they came again; thirty-six hours is a long period. And after thirty-six hours he fell down. And people heard a great laughter.

Jalaluddin was laughing loudly, and he said, "You think you have seen me falling, I have also seen myself falling. These thirty-six hours I have not moved a single inch. Now I don't have to go to Mecca in search of God, I have found him. In the unmoving center of my own being, he is."

The followers of Rumi don't have great scriptures, don't have any rituals, except whirling, and a few beautiful poems by Jalaluddin Rumi, which he used to sing after whirling and falling. He will get up and he will be so drunk -- in that drunkenness he will sing a song, and those songs have been collected. That is the only literature the followers of Rumi have."

Agnipath...

Well..i found this gem while jus surfing the net...a great poem indeed...

Let your gossiping be creative, not destructive

I am not against talking, but your talking should not be empty. I AM NOT EVEN AGAINST GOSSIPING. I myself gossip so much. But let your gossiping also be creative, not destructive. Let your gossiping also have a quality of poetry and creativity in it. Gossip about God. What are gospels? Gossips about God. Gossip about truth, gossip about beauty, gossip about grace, grandeur. Gossip about this wonder that surrounds you. Gossip about the unknown.

What do you do with your gossiping? You are very destructive. People gossip only as a means to destroy others, to hurt others. DON'T BE AGGRESSIVE; THEN NOTHING IS WRONG IN GOSSIPING....

First learn how to be silent. Learn it with trees and rocks. They are silent and they are not uncomfortable at all. Learn it from the stars. They are silent, not embarrassed at all. Learn what positive silence is. Be meditative; it will come to you.

And then by and by STOP DESTRUCTIVE GOSSIPING. Gossip about something beautiful. Gossip something about the really significant. Let your gossiping also be a sort of communication for that which cannot be communicated. And of course you will never feel embarrassed, and your social interaction will not be just an impotent gesture; it will be real communication.

I have heard:

Mulla Nasrudin's wife told him that he must stop exaggerating about 'the one that got away' and said that next time he did it in company, she would cough to remind him.

Some friends called on them shortly afterwards and Nasrudin, after behaving himself for a while, suddenly said, 'I had this fish on my line last week. It must have been six feet long.' Just here his wife coughed loudly. 'And,' continued Nasrudin, 'half an inch wide.'

I'm not saying to change it so abruptly. Go slowly. I'm not saying to be so abruptly dramatic. First learn silence, then learn what beautiful gossiping is, mm? Then start practicing it. Not only you will be benefited by it, others will also be benefited by it.

All beautiful poetry is gossiping. ALL BEAUTIFUL STORY-TELLING IS GOSSIPING. Tell beautiful stories, invent beautiful stories, be a little creative. And that very thing will change your relationship with others. Your relationship will not be just a formality, it will become really intimate.

OSHO:
The Discipline of Transcendence

Aao..saath chale...

well..well..first things first...me back after a long time with my own writing..and that too with a reason...this is for sumthing going on in my life these days...so read on..


Aa tujhe awaaz du..
tere sapno ko udne kaa saaz du...

ye lafjh kahin door se nai aayen hain,
ye to bas chiipe hain tere charon taraf,
bas thodi si dhool jhaad lo,
aur bas mil gya ek naya lafjh..

kai baar to tum bhi chale aate ho,
lapete hue libaaz ek ghazal ka,
ya chodte jaate ho...ek bhini si
mehak..kisi misre ki..

biche dekhta hu kabhi lafjh...
kisi khamosh lamhe me
to kabhi chup-chaap sote bhi milte sapno me..

aa awaaz du unhe..
chalo saath hi pukaare..

kaun kehta hai ki ye dastaan maine banayi hai,
maine to bas darwaza khola tha...
ye to khud-b-khud chali aayi hai...

kisi pagalpan ki lod nai..
bas lod hai ta..paaglan di bheed to bahar aan di..
phir utar aate hai yahi lafjh..
noor ki tarah..kisi sufi ke geet ki tarah..

bas taiyaar rakhna sazo-samaan saare..
ye mehmaan tumhaare padosi hi to hain..
ye lafjh kahin door se to nai aaye hain..

Smoking religiously....

Remember when I say that life is God, I don't mean life with a capital L, no; but just with a lower-case l. Just ordinary life is God.

A journalist just few days before asked Jean-Paul Sartre, 'What is the most important thing in your life today?' Sartre said, 'I don't know. Everything: to live, to love, to smoke.' This is a Zen kind of answer. Sartre is not a religious man but the answer is very religious. He has never belonged to any church, he does not believe in God, but the answer is religious. 'I don't know' -- that is the first religious quality of it because only foolish theologians know. A RELIGIOUS MAN IS SIMPLY AWARE OF HIS TREMENDOUS IGNORANCE. Life is a mystery; how can you know it? He knows only one thing, that he does not know. 'I don't know!' -- ask any priest, he cannot say that. He will immediately open his Bible and say, 'Here is the answer. I know.' And he is simply repeating borrowed knowledge. He is a parrot.

Once I went to Varanasi and a great scholar of the Vedas invited me to his home. He was very happy to show me his parrot, because the parrot could recite many things from the Vedas, from the Gita, from the Upanishads. I laughed. The pundit said, 'What's the matter? Why are you laughing?' I said, 'I am laughing because I don't see any difference between this parrot and you. The parrot is a scholar and you are a parrot.' He has been angry since then.

No, a theologian can never say, 'I don't know.' One needs courage to say that. ONE NEEDS REAL GUTS TO SAY, 'I DON'T KNOW.' One needs a certain realization to say that one doesn't know. And everything, when you lead a religious life, everything is beautiful, everything is important. There are no pigeon-holes, there are no categories. You cannot say that something is more important and something is less important. If you live a religious quality, all things are important: a dog is as important as God, not a single bit less important.

Somebody asked Joshu -- a Zen Master, a rare being; the person who asked must have been a sceptic -- he said, 'Joshu, I have heard that you say that God is in everything. What about a dog?' Nobody has answered this way: Joshu jumped on his four legs and started barking. He said, 'I am a dog, and also a god.' Joshu barking is God barking.

Then there is no difference. Nothing is small and nothing is great. The smallest carries the greatest, and the greatest carries the smallest; then the lowest is the highest, and the highest is the lowest; then the valley goes to the peak and the peak comes to the valley. That is the meaning when I say that sex is samadhi and samadhi is sex. Then there is no difference between the low and the high. Everything! -- to live, just to live today is the most important thing. To love, and to smoke.... Such an ordinary thing, to smoke, but WHEN A RELIGIOUS MAN SMOKES HE SMOKES RELIGIOUSLY; THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.

Once a man came to me. I was in Calcutta. The man was a follower of Paramahansa Ramakrishna, but he was worried about one thing: Ramakrishna used very vulgar words, like 'son-of-a-bitch', like that. Ramakrishna used very vulgar words. So he was very worried. He said, 'Everything is good, but Ramakrishna seems to be a little... vulgar. What do you say, sir?' I said, 'His vulgarity is religious. Even when Ramakrishna says 'son-of-a-bitch', it is a blessing. Yes, it is a blessing because whatsoever he says is purified by his saying it. Even a vulgar word becomes sacred; the touch of a Ramakrishna transforms it.' So I told him, 'Don't be worried. Wherever Ramakrishna treads, it becomes holy. If he goes to a prostitute's house, that becomes a temple. Because it is not a question of an outer house or an outer world, it is the quality that you bring to it. 'To smoke,' Sartre says, 'is the most important thing today.' Yes, I ALSO SAY THAT SMOKING CAN BE AS BEAUTIFUL AND SACRED AS CHANTING -- IT IS A CHANTING IN SMOKE. It depends on you.

In Zen monasteries they have a small tea-house, like a temple. Whenever somebody enters the tea-house, he has to be very aware because the goddess of tea resides there. The goddess of tea -- then why not the goddess of smoking? The nicotine is the same in tea as in tobacco.

I have just instructed Laxmi to make a small temple for smoking here in the ashram. But you have to go very alert, aware, meditative! IF YOU CAN SMOKE MEDITATIVELY, IT IS PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL. If it stops by being meditative, that too is perfectly beautiful. Life is sacred.

So don't teach a child Christianity, Hinduism, Jainism. At the most, give him a milieu, if you love him, so that he can grow a sensitivity towards what religion is in its essence, in its purity. Don't teach him about so many flowers, just let him become sensitive to the fragrance of it -- that will do. THAT is baptism

Music-a new paradigm

Listening to the music,
be alert, penetrate the music, and find the backbone of it -- the central thing which goes on flowing, holding everything together. Notes come and go and disappear, but the central core flows on. Become aware of it.
Basically, originally, music was used for meditation; particularly Indian music developed as a method of meditation, Indian dancing developed as a method of meditation.
For the doer it was a deep meditation, and for the audience also it was a deep meditation.
A dancer or a musician can be a technician. If there is no meditation in it, he is a
technician. He can be a great technician, but then the soul is not there, only the body. The soul comes only when the musician is a deep meditator.
And music is just the outward thing. While playing on his sitar, one is not only playing on his sitar, he is also playing on his alertness inside. The sitar goes on outwardly and his intense awareness moves inside. The music flows outwardly, but he is alert, constantly aware of the innermost core of it. And that gives samadhi. That becomes ecstasy. That becomes the highest peak.

It is said that when the musician has really become the musician, he will break his
instrument -- because it is of no use. If he still needs his instrument, he is not a real musician yet. He is just learning.

On the contrary, you are using music as something like alcohol. You are using it to be relaxed,
you are using it for self-forgetfulness. This is the misfortune, the misery: the techniques which were developed for awareness are being used for sleep. And this is how man goes on doing mischief with himself.

We have been using music as a drug, dancing as a drug. And if you want to use music
and dancing as drugs, then they will become not only drugs for your sleep, they will
become drugs for sexuality also. So remember this point: sexuality and sleep go together.
The more sleepy the person, the more sexual; the more awake, the less sexual. Sex is
basically rooted in sleep. When you awake you will be more loving, the whole energy of sex will have been transformed to love.

So...now onwards listen to music in a different view...and ut will do miracles..it will make u cry...make u laugh and sometimes...jus see the inner picture...

Love as it is....

Here OSHO describes the most common dilemma of this humanity..which holds not only in the macro-level but also for those who are hesitant in love or are now-a-days feeling so...so "thus spoke the master"
LOVE ALWAYS CREATES FEAR because love is death, a greater death than the ordinary death you know of.

IN AN ORDINARY DEATH THE BODY DIES, BUT THAT IS NOT DEATH AT ALL. Body is just like a dress: when it is tatty and old you change for a new one. It is not death, it is just a change: a change of a dress, or a change of a house or abode. But you continue, the mind continues -- JUST THE SAME OLD MIND IN NEW BODIES, just the same old wine in new bottles. The form changes but not the mind, the shape changes but not the mind. So the ordinary death is not a real death. Love is a real death: the body does not die but the mind dies. The body continues to be the same but the ego disappears.

If you love, you will have to drop all your conceptions that you have about yourself. If you love, you cannot be the ego because THE EGO WILL NOT ALLOW LOVE. They are antagonistic. If you choose the ego you will not be able to choose love; if you choose love you will have to drop the ego. Hence, the fear.

A GREATER FEAR THAN DEATH GRIPS YOU WHENEVER YOU ARE IN LOVE. That's why love has disappeared from the world. Rarely, very rarely the phenomenon happens: love descends. What you call love is just a false coin: you have invented it because IT IS SO DIFFICULT TO LIVE WITHOUT LOVE. It is difficult because WITHOUT LOVE, LIFE CARRIES NO MEANING; it is meaningless. Without love, life has no poetry in it. Without love, the tree exists but never flowers. Without love, you cannot dance, you cannot celebrate, you cannot feel grateful, you cannot pray. Without love, temples are just ordinary houses; with love an ordinary house is transformed, transfigured into a temple. Without love you remain just possibilities -- empty gestures. With love, for the first time you become substantial. With love, for the first time, the soul arises in you. The ego drops but the soul arises.

IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO LIVE WITHOUT LOVE, so humanity has created a trick. Humanity has invented a trick, a device. The device is: to live in a false love so that the ego continues on its own. Nothing is changed and you can play the game of being in love. You can go on thinking that you love, you can go on believing that you love. But look at your love -- what happens out of it? -- nothing except misery, nothing except hell, nothing except conflict, quarrel, violence. Look deep in your love relationships. They are more akin to hate relationships than to love. It is better to call them hate relationships than to call them love relationships. But because everybody is living in the same way, you never become aware. Everybody is carrying the false coin; you never become aware. THE REAL COIN OF LOVE IS VERY COSTLY: YOU CAN PURCHASE IT ONLY AT THE COST OF LOSING YOURSELF. There is no other way....

WHENEVER YOU LOVE YOU ARE AFRAID. Moving towards love is moving towards an abyss. One starts wavering, one feels dizzy. Go to a height in the Himalayas and look down at the valley -- that valley is nothing. When you look down at the valley of love, a TREMENDOUS fear grips you. You are almost paralyzed: you cannot run away, you cannot take the jump. You simply tremble in infinite fear. What to do? Going back is not possible because love attracts: love calls your depth, love calls your future, love calls your potentiality; and LOVE GIVES YOU A GLIMPSE OF WHAT YOU CAN BE. You cannot run away from it, and you cannot jump because the cost is too much. You will have to drop yourself -- all you have been thinking yourself to be -- the image, the past, the identity.

But I tell you, the cost only seems to be too much BEFORE the jump. Once you take the jump... then you will know that whatsoever you have given up is nothing, and what you have attained is INFINITELY valuable. Let me tell you a paradox: LOVE DEMANDS THAT YOU DROP THAT WHICH YOU DON'T HAVE, AND LOVE OFFERS YOU THAT WHICH YOU ALREADY HAVE. Love wants you to get rid of that which you don't have.

THE EGO IS A FALSE ENTITY, just a notion, a cloud in the sky of your being; just smoke, nothing substantial; a dream. Love requires you to drop that which you don't have, and love is ready to give you that which you have and have always had. Love gives your self back to you; the ego goes on hiding you from your self, love reveals you to your self. But the fear is there. The fear is natural, and one has to go in spite of the fear.

BE COURAGEOUS, DON'T BE COWARDS. The real mettle of your being is tested only when love arises. Never before it do you know of what mettle you are made. In ordinary life, in the marketplace, doing this and that, in the world of ambition and power politics, your real mettle is never really tested. You never pass through the fire.

LOVE IS THE FIRE. If you are really gold you will survive it. If you are not real gold, you will be gone. But I tell you that YOU ARE REAL GOLD.

TRUST ME -- pass through the fire. Hesitation is natural -- but don't make hesitation a barrier. Even with the hesitation, pass through it. In spite of the fear pass through the fire. And only through the fire, the rose of your consciousness will flower. There is no other way.

OSHO

Trust....

JESUS said unto his disciples, 'Let not your heart be troubled. Ye believe in God, believe also in me.'

Their hearts are troubled. THEIR MASTER IS GOING TO DIE, THEIR MASTER IS GOING TO BE TORTURED TO DEATH. They will be lost into this dark night of existence, their light will no more be with them. One who has been guiding them, one who has been taking them out of the wilderness, one who was their path, one who was their guide, one who was their friend, will not be any more. And they have become so dependent on him that they cannot think of life without Christ. Their hearts are troubled. It is natural, it is human.

Jesus says, 'Let not your heart be troubled. Ye believe in God, believe also in me.'

He says, 'You know what belief is...' Belief is not the right translation for the Hebrew word. The right translation will be trust. 'You know what trust is...' TRUST MEANS THAT GOD TAKES CARE, THAT WE NEED NOT WORRY, THAT SOMEBODY IS BEHIND THE SCENE CARING FOR US, THAT EXISTENCE IS MOTHERING US, FATHERING US -- THAT WE ARE NOT ORPHANS. That's what trust means: that we are not orphans, that we are not strangers in this world; this is our home because this is our God's home -- it belongs to us.

'...Ye believe in God...'

'You know what trust is,' he said. 'If you know what trust is you can trust in me too, because it is not a question of whom you trust. Once you know the quality of trust, you simply trust.'

It is not a question of whether you trust in God or you trust in Jesus or in Buddha -- remember it. IF YOU TRUST, YOU SIMPLY TRUST. If a Christian says 'I trust only in Jesus not in Buddha', he has not known what trust is -- because TRUST KNOWS NO DISTINCTIONS. If you have trusted in Christ you will trust in Buddha too, because you will not see any difference. Maybe the languages are different, maybe their ways of expression are different, but trust will be able to go directly to the heart of the matter, to the very core, and will see that CHRIST AND BUDDHA EXIST ON THE SAME PLANE. It is the same consciousness, the same awareness, the same enlightenment. If you trust Buddha, you will trust Krishna and Mohammed. If you trust me, you will trust Christ, you will trust Zarathustra.

TRUST KNOWS NO ADDRESS. It is not addressed. Trust is an inner quality. If it is there, it is there. It is like you bring a light, you bring a lamp into the room. Now the light will not fall only on the table, it will fall on the chair too. And it will not fall only on the chair, it will fall on the walls too, and on the paintings hanging on the walls. It will not fall only on the walls, it will fall on the floor and on the roof too. When you bring light into the room, light simply falls on everything that is there.

So is trust; it is a light. If trust is kindled in your heart, then it makes no difference. You trust God, you trust Christ, you trust your wife, you trust your husband, you trust your son, you trust your friend. you trust your enemy. You trust nature, you trust death, you trust insecurity. In short, you simply trust.

OSHO

In Jesus' prayer 'our father', does God lead us into temptation?

It is a very subtle question, and you will have to be utterly attentive to understand it.

GOD IS GOOD; HE CANNOT LEAD YOU INTO TEMPTATION. But his very goodness leads you into temptation. The goodness of God is something which is already there. It exists; you have to do nothing to create it. You simply open to it and it showers on you.

When you become good you have not done anything; YOU BECOME GOOD THROUGH GOD. But when you become bad, you have done something; you become bad through yourself. So when you are good, the ego cannot exist. It is a prasad, a gift from God.

WHEN YOU SAY 'YES', THE EGO CANNOT EXIST; you disappear. In the very moment you say 'yes', you are not there; that is the temptation. Only by doing bad, you can be. Whenever you do evil, you are there; whenever you do good, you are not there -- GOOD FLOWS THROUGH YOU, EVIL YOU DO. Through evil you are, through good you disappear -- that's the temptation. Adam means 'no'; Jesus means 'yes'. Between Adam and Jesus is the whole history of human consciousness.

WHAT WAS THE TEMPTATION OF ADAM? Why did he disobey? God was good, but Adam was not there. Through his disobedience he created himself -- that is the temptation. In the Garden of Eden, God was there, everywhere. Adam was not there; he was a non-entity, a part of the whole. Through asserting, through saying 'no', through disobedience, through rejecting God, through doing evil, he became himself.

Adam was the first man, not because he was the first man -- there may have been many others before him, but nobody said 'no'. So the history cannot record them; they had no egos. And this is my feeling: HOW COULD ADAM HAVE BEEN THE FIRST MAN? There may have been millions before him, but nobody said 'no'. They could not become men, they could not become egos. Adam said 'no'. Of course he suffered for saying that; he was thrown out of the garden of bliss.

EVIL LEADS YOU INTO SUFFERING, but it has a temptation: it creates the 'I', you can feel that you are. Jesus, Buddha; they are not. Hitler, Genghis Khan; they are. The more evil you do, the more your ego becomes strengthened. The more against you go, against the wind, against the current, the more you feel that you are. When you float with the river, where are you? The river is, and the river goes on flowing through you also. God is good -- that's the temptation.

Just the other night I was reading a sentence from Baudelaire. It is simply, unbelievably true. Baudelaire says, 'The truth is; the truth is beautiful; the truth is good; the truth is God. I believe in it. That's why I am going to oppose it.' From where does this opposition come? Baudelaire says, 'If I don't oppose it, then I will not be. I have to say no; only then I can be.' Otherwise, TRUTH IS OVERPOWERING: IT ENVELOPS YOU, IT SURROUNDS YOU. You simply disappear in it, you melt into it.

You can say that you have done evil, but you cannot say that you have done good. GOOD IS ALWAYS DONE BY GOD. Good is already there, you are not needed to create it. Evil has to be created. Good can only be discovered; evil has to be created. The reality is there, the dream has to be created. You can claim your authorship about dreams; you cannot claim your authorship about reality -- that's the temptation. 'No' is very tempting. The very goodness of God tempts you against him. You have to oppose him, you have to go against, you have to betray, otherwise you will be lost. Adam says 'No', Jesus says 'Yes', and I say, this is the whole history of man. ADAM IS THE FIRST SON OF MAN, AND JESUS IS THE FIRST SON OF GOD. By saying yes, by surrendering, he disappears. Only then God remains.

In the prayer 'Our Father', does God lead us in temptation? God cannot lead you, but you are led by your own mind. A temptation arises because God seems to be destroying you. I come across people every day who would like to say yes to me, who would like to surrender, but they cannot -- it is too risky, it is dangerous. I can feel it. But something in them tempts them not to surrender. Something in them says, 'Go away, don't be here. It is dangerous to be here.' It is not that I am tempting them, but they are tempted. Wherever you see something which is already there, nothing is to be done. You have only to recognize it. But then where will you be? -- that is the temptation. THE EGO IS THE TEMPTATION.

the only SIN

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT, THAT YOU EXIST? It seems so impossible; there is no reason why. But you don't look at it because it has been given to you as a gift; you have not paid for it. That's why you are unaware, oblivious of it: A TREMENDOUS RICHNESS, THAT YOU ARE, that this moment you are conscious and alive and you can see the flowers, and you can smell the fragrance, and you can listen to the songs, AND YOU CAN EVEN ENCOUNTER A JESUS AND A BUDDHA. The sheer impossibility of it! -- just think of it.

THERE IS NO REASON WHY YOU ARE; it is just out of the blue. That is the meaning of "the grace of God". If you were not there, there is no way to be. If you were not there, you could not complain anywhere; there is no court of appeal. If you were not there, you are simply not there; you could not do anything about it.

You ARE. And you are conscious, and you are full of love, and you are wasting it -- a great gift will be wasted. You are not using it, you are not using the opportunity to grow. THE MORE YOU GROW, THE GREATER THE GIFTS BECOME AVAILABLE TO YOU. This is just the beginning, this is just the alpha; and you don't know what the omega is. Christ is the omega point. But if you go on living now, deeply committed to life, not postponing, going deeper and deeper every moment, living as wholly as possible, you will reach to the omega point. Even at the alpha point life is tremendously beautiful; what to say about the omega point? And you will never find any point for mourning.

IF YOU LIVE IT, LIFE IS ALWAYS A DEEP GRATITUDE. If you don't live it, things go sour, things become bitter: one mourns, one complains, one loses the capacity for thankfulness. Prayer disappears and then you live an angry life or a sorrowful life -- that simply means you missed. Nobody else is responsible, only you; ONLY YOU, nobody else is responsible. The responsibility is totally yours because you are free to choose -- to die, or to commit a slow suicide.

As I see it, millions of people go on simply committing a slow suicide. They go on poisoning themselves. THROUGH POSTPONING, YOU POISON YOURSELF. Then even that which is given to you will have to be taken away. And Jesus is perfectly true when he says this, and it is one of the most fundamental laws of life: THAT IF YOU HAVE, MORE WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU; IF YOU DON'T HAVE, EVEN THAT WHICH YOU HAVE WILL BE TAKEN AWAY. That is mourning.

Use! Be creative! Let life be a great adventure. The only sin there is, is if your life is not an adventure. Then, you are a sinner.

Do we create relationships because we miss love??

Relationship means something complete, finished, closed. Love is never a relationship; love is relating. It is always a river, flowing, unending. Love knows no full stop; the honeymoon begins but never ends. It is not like a novel that starts at a certain point and ends at a certain point. It is an ongoing phenomenon. Lovers end, love continues. It is a continuum. It is a verb not a noun.

Why do we reduce the beauty of relating to a relationship? Why are we in such a hurry? Because to relate is insecure, and relationship is security, relationship has certainity.

Relating is just a meeting of two strangers, maybe just an overnight stay and in the morning we say goodbye. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow? We are so afraid that we want to make it certain, we want to make it predictable. We would like tomorrow to be according to our ideas; we don’t allow it freedom to have its own way.

You are in love with a woman or a man and immediately you start thinking of getting married. You make it a legal contract.

Why? How does the law comes into love? The law comes into love because love is not there. It is only a fantasy, and you know the fantasy will disappear. Before it disappears, settle down. Before it disappears, do something so it becomes impossible to separate.

RELAX AND DESTROY THE SPLIT

RELAX AND DESTROY THE SPLIT that society has created in you. SAY ONLY THAT WHICH YOU MEAN. Act according to your own spontaneity, never bothering about consequences. It is a small life and it should not be spoiled in thinking about consequences here and hereafter.

ONE SHOULD LIVE TOTALLY, INTENSELY, JOYOUSLY and just like an open book, available for anybody to read it. Of course you will not make a name in the history books. But what is the point in making a name in the history books?

LIVE, RATHER THAN THINK OF BEING REMEMBERED. You will be dead. Millions of people have lived on the earth and we don't know even their names. Accept that simple fact: that you are here for only few days and then you will be gone. These few days are not to be wasted in hypocrisy, in fear. These days have to be rejoiced.

Nobody knows anything about the future. YOUR HEAVEN AND YOUR HELL AND YOUR GOD ARE MOST PROBABLY ALL HYPOTHESES, UNPROVED. The only thing that is in your hands is your life -- make it as rich as possible.

By intimacy, by love, by opening yourself to many people, you become richer. And if you can live in deep love, in deep friendship, in deep intimacy, with many people, you have lived rightly, and wherever you happen to be... you have learned the art; you will be living there, too, happily.
OSHO
The Hidden Splendor
Ch #4: Who is preventing you? Join the dance!
am in Chuang Tzu Auditorium