JUST… SITTING SILENTLY DOING NOTHING, THE SPRING COMES AND THE GRASS GROWS BY ITSELF….OSHO
I am not here to oblige everybody's thought.
I cannot be according to YOUR thoughts.
I have more than one hundred thousand sannyasins; if I am to fulfill everybody's thought
I will be absolutely torn apart, into millions of pieces.
I cannot fulfill your ideas about me; that is YOUR mistake.
And it is not too late — either drop that idea if you want to be here with me….
You ARE here with a paradoxical person,
with a person who is trying to convey something mysterious to you — not knowledge –
who is trying to pour his experience of wonder and awe into your beings –
it is more like wine than like knowledge –
who is trying to make you intoxicated, who is trying to transform you into drunkards.
Yes, for the rational person it will look like nonsense.
If you look rationally, it is — but is reason the only way to approach reality?
There are other ways, far deeper, far more intimate — NOT KNOWING IS THE MOST INTIMATE.
I am not a man of knowledge, although I use words.
I am not even a man of words.
"I am a man of few words.
I use words, but I am not a man of words.
It is just out of sheer necessity: it is because of you that I have to use words,
because you won't understand the wordless.
I am waiting eagerly for the day when I will be able to drop words.
I am utterly tired…because words can't convey that which I am
and I have to go on trying to do something which is not possible.
Get ready soon so that we can sit in silence and listen to the birds or to the wind in the trees.
Just SITTING SILENTLY DOING NOTHING, THE SPRING COMES AND THE GRASS GROWS BY ITSELF.
That is going to be my ultimate message and my final work on the earth.