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Osho has been a great source of inspiration, awe and much learnings for a lot of us..Joy seemed to permeate his expression spaces, a quality which bathed the words he shared...here's a couple of beautiful shares from his treasure chest...
The seed cannot know what is going to happen, the seed has never known the flower. And the seed cannot even believe that he has the potentiality to become a beautiful flower.
Long is the journey, and it is always safer not to go on that journey because unknown is the path, nothing is guaranteed. Nothing can be guaranteed. Thousand and one are the hazards of the journey, many are the pitfalls - and the seed is secure, hidden inside a hard core
But the seed tries, it makes an effort; it drops the hard shell which is its security, it starts moving. Immediately, the fight starts: the struggle with the soil, with the stones, with the rocks.
And the seed was very hard and the sprout will be very, very soft and dangers will be many. There was no danger for the seed, the seed could have survived for millennia, but for the sprout many are the dangers.
Yet, the sprout starts towards the unknown, towards the sun, towards the source of light, not knowing where, not knowing why. Great is the cross to be carried, but a dream possesses the seed and the seed moves.
The same is the path for man. It is arduous. Much courage will be needed. This small wildflower has met the challenge of the rocks and stones in its path to emerge into the light of day. Surrounded by an aura of bright golden light, it exposes the majesty of its tiny self. Unashamed, it is equal to the brightest sun.
When we are faced with a very difficult situation we have a choice: we can either be resentful, and try to find somebody or something to blame for the hardships, or we can face the challenge and grow. The flower shows us the way, as its passion for life leads it out of the darkness and into the light.
There is no point fighting against the challenges of life, or trying to avoid or deny them. They are there, and if the seed is to become the flower we must go through them. Be courageous enough to grow into the flower you are meant to be.
"Aloneness simply means completeness. You are whole; there is no need of anybody else to complete you. So try to find out your innermost center where you are always alone, have always been alone. In life, in death - wherever you are - you will be alone. But it is so full! It is not empty; it is so full and so complete and so overflowing with all the juices of life, with all the beauties and benedictions of existence, that once you have tasted your aloneness, the pain in the heart will disappear. Instead, a new rhythm of tremendous sweetness, peace, joy, bliss, will be there."
~Osho
To me , the aspect of being open for domains of the unexpected in experiential realms as we explore is very exciting...while we read maps/brochures of a place, when we actually visit the places, the experience opens up its own realm of possibilities...I find the same in consciousness realms...as we visit spaces therein...and then possibly, some spaces may as yet be unmapped!!!
Posted By - 6:51 AM Thursday 05 January 2006
beautifully said jasjit..words when they remain words are burdensome webs...but they trigger procesess within us leading us to insights and discoveries which are very "personal"....i see words as seeds of enlightenment....some seeds flourish and grow, yet others are left by the wayside...
Posted by on January 5, 2006 09:14 AM
I was pleasantly surprised to find a web site for our area. Thank you for all your hard work!
Posted by on March 20, 2006 11:24 AM
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Wonderful pearls Sundar
It is so strange that words can be so powerful offering true communion, soothing pain like none else, opening the rarest doors and whispering light and courage into our deepest intentions. And yet there is also the stage where one finds them meaningless, limiting, just a game of the tiring mind and a web(often beautiful and poetic) but a web nevertheless. And silence seems like the only complete zone.
And then when I read transforming words of Masters all over again I feel stuck in the paradox, for what would the world be without their words (or rather who would I have been without them?).
Hmm sorry just thinking aloud my own personal dilemma.