Secondly, you want to know my view on cow slaughter.
Your time is created within you. Your time is not my time. There exist as many times parallel as there are minds. There is not one time. If there is one time, then there will be difficulty. Then amidst the whole miserable human-kind, nobody can become a Buddha because we belong to the same time.
Pythagoras’ contribution to western philosophy is immense. It is incalculable. For the first time he introduced vegetarianism to the West.
Beloved Master,
Would you please speak about the three rings of love? – The engagement ring, the wedding ring and the suffering?
Draupadi is the ’emerged’ daughter of King Drupada of Panchāla and the wife of the five Pandavas in the epic Mahābhārata.
The art of transforming suffering, pain, evil, into something good is the art of seeing the necessity of the opposite.
I am talking a different language, you understand a different language – but there is no need to make much fuss about it. It is natural.
You must have heard about the Japanese poem, haiku. It is the smallest poetry form in the world – seventeen syllables only – but one of the most penetrating. The word ‘haiku’ means ‘the beginning’. This is a tremendous significance – the word haiku means the beginning. The haiku poets say: We only begin, we
Diogenes (ca. 400 B.C. – 325 B.C.) was born in the Greek colony Sinope (modern day Turkey) and lived in Athens, Greece.
Hazrat Babajan (ca. 1806 – September 21, 1931) was a Pathan Muslim saint, considered by her followers to be a sadguru. Born in Balochistan, Afghanistan, she lived the final 25 years of her life in Pune, India. She is most notable as the original master of Meher Baba.
The bhikkhu who guards his mind
And fears the waywardness of his thoughts
Burns through every bond
With the fire of his vigilance
Aum purnamadah purnamidam purnat purnamudachyate purnasya purnamadaya purnameva vashisyate. Aum this is the cold. That is the cold. From coldness emerges coldness. Coldness coming from coldness, coldness still remains! This morning is really cold, hence the change of the meaning. I don’t stick to the words, I stick to the reality! Therefore,
Q: Meher Baba remained silent for the last forty-five years of his life. Please comment on its implications.
Meher Baba (25 February 1894 – 31 January 1969), born Merwan Sheriar Irani in Pune, India, to Zoroastrian parents.
Osho, It is really chilly again today. Would you please tell us a few jokes about Rajneesh sannyasins?
Osho speaks on a story by Hermann Hesse; “Millions of people are suffering: they want to be loved, but they don’t know how to love. And love cannot exist as a monologue; it is a dialogue…”
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (2 October 1869 – 30 January 1948) was the preeminent leader of the Indian independence movement in British-ruled India.
Kashmiri saint and mystic poet Lal Ded (Mother Lalla), also known as Lalla or Lalleshwari (1320–1392), was born in Pandrethan (ancient Puranadhisthana) some four and a half miles to the southeast of Srinagar in modern-day Kashmir.
Osho’s commentaries on Hakuin’s Song of Meditation. Full version of previously published excerpt: This is My Birthday.
Beloved Osho, What do you say about the third world war? Is it going to happen or not? What should we do to prevent it?
Beloved Master,
Just the other day, Suman and I went off to Los Angeles via Portland to buy rainbow clothes.
In Manali, in one of the press interviews, I was talking about the possibilities, the creative and absolutely new possibilities of doors that science can open.
Beloved Osho, Could you speak to us on laughter, its meditative powers, its chemistry on the brain, its power of transformation and healing… Its relation to silence, the gap, clarity, vision…
“Nijinsky was a dancer, and perhaps the best dancer the world has ever known; his dance was almost magic. He was born to dance,” says Osho.
Beloved Osho, I really felt affected when you talked about Rajen the other night, because I feel friendship for him, and I feel he loves you as he did before. I feel that in dropping the mala and the red clothes, he is simply trying to experience something new.
Veeresh asks: Beloved Osho, You have always been an inspiration to me. You give me the courage to continue to do my thing and not compromise in my work, even though I feel like an outcast almost everywhere I go. I need you to say it is okay for me to keep on being a misfit.
Osho, Are all the journalists blind? Can’t they see the truth? Why are they continuously spreading lies about you?
Beloved Osho,
The other day someone asked me where I came from before coming to Poona and I couldn’t remember.
A question asked by Don Lattin, San Francisco Examiner, San Francisco, California, USA, in Rajneeshpuram:
Beloved Osho, I love hearing the stories of the old masters and their disciples. It is so beautiful to feel the essence of those small oases of consciousness – which centuries of religion have since covered in the dust of dogma and deceit. But still, as I look at us sitting here, feeling the joy,