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Osho
The Grass Grows By Itself
Talks on Zen
Talks given from 21/02/75 am to 28/02/75 am
English Discourse series
8 Chapters
Discourses #6 - #8
download links below
#6 Awakening
Maturity is needed, and maturity means you have lived life,
known it to the very depth, and found it lacking.
There is nothing in it, the journey is complete;
you can live in the market, or you can go to the monastery.
It doesn't matter, it is all the same.
Life is no longer an attraction:
wherever you are it makes no difference.
This point is the point of suicide.
And this point is the point of sannyas.
Suicide or sannyas: this is the alternative.
And, unless your sannyas is an alternative to suicide,
it is not very significant.
#7 Not a Dead One
I tell you: I continuously talk to you
but I have not uttered a single word.
When the ego is not there, who can utter?
Then what is happening when I am talking to you?
It is just like a breeze passing through the trees;
it is just like a spring moving towards the river,
it is just like a flower opening.
But I am not there.
And the flower cannot claim that it opened itself.
The breeze cannot say; "I pass through these trees",
because the breeze has no ego to say it.
The river cannot say, "I am moving towards the ocean".
The river moves, but there is nobody who is moving.
I talk to you, but I have not uttered a single word.
#8 A Field Dyed Deep Violet
Something of the real poetry of existence had happened to him.
He could immediately understand.
He could be immediate and he could respond.
He said:
"The mind which treats me
to nothing is the original void --
a delicacy of delicacies."
Nothing is the delicacy of delicacies --
more than that cannot be overed.
That is the last delicacy, the last taste of existence itself.
It is as if you have eaten God himself --
the delicacy of delicacies.
Deeply moved, the master said:
"My son, you have learned much."
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