Nothing Is Going To Happen Ever

"Nothing is going to happen ever. Drop waiting, start being. Waiting is a thought process, being is existential. Live, live as much as you can, as intensely as you can, as passionately as you can. And through that passionate love for life, through that flame of authentic living, something burns down in you: the ego. And when the ego is burnt down, something happens. That happening has nothing to do with your effort. It comes. It is a happening."

Osho - Tao: The Pathless Path II

The Eye Of The Storm

"Yes, it will become more clear in a relationship because when you are alone you don't have any mirror. Just as you need a mirror to see your faceso you need the mirror of relationship to see your being. Love functions as a mirror, it shows you where you are, what you are, who you are. Hence any people become afraid of relationship. They are cowards. They escape to the Himalayas or to Tibet or to the monasteries or to the caves. Why are they escaping and from what? They are escaping from mirrors. I have heard about an ugly woman who would never look in a mirror because she used to think that the mirrors were against her. These are you mahatmas. They escape from relationship because relationship shows their ugliness, relationship shows where they are, who they are. Sitting in their caves in the Himalays they feel perfectly beautiful because there is no mirror.

 

Never escape from relationship. That's why I have introduced sannyas with relationship, not without it. There is great meaning in it. Never on the earth has sannyas existed with relationship, that's why I say that sannyas has not really existed or, the sannyas that has previously existed was anaemic, bloodless. People thought they were beautiful without the mirror they thought they were beautiful. It is very easy to befool yourself when the mirror is not there. When you are in relationship with people, in a thousand and one ways you are provoked, challenged, seduced. Again and again you come to know your pitfalls, your limitations, your anger, your lust, your possessiveness, your jealousy, your sadness, your happiness all moods come and go, you are constantly in a turmoil. But this is the only way to know who you are.

 

Self-knowledge is not the knowledge of a dead self, self-knowledge is the knowledge of the process of the self. It is an alive phenomenon. The self is not a thing, it is an event it is a process. Never think in terms of things the self is not there inside you just like a thing waiting in a room. The self is a process: changing, moving, arriving at new altitudes, moving into new planes, going deeper into new depths. Each moment much work is going on and the only way to encounter this self is to encounter it in relationship.

 

Love is the mirror. Let your meditation be mirrored in love. If you find that something is missing, meditate more - but never escape from love; let it be mirrored in love again and again, because that will be the only criterion of whether you are growing or not. If you are really growing in love soon you will see that love has remained and jealousy has disappeared; love has remained and possessiveness has disappeared. A great purity arises, a great innocence. A fragrance is released into your soul. Go on meditating and go on loving. Let love and meditation be two things. Let them help each other.

 

I  am showing you a path which is arduous, which is really arduous. Love alone is good because there is nothing to reflect, meditation alone is simples because there is no mirror to reflect, but meditation and love together... I am throwing you into the very eye of the storm. But that is the only way one comes home.

And when things become silent after the storm, the silence is alive, it is not the dead silence of a cemetery."

Osho - Tao: The Pathless Path Vol. II

The Real Thing Is To Receive The Truth

"Why has there never been a single woman enlightened master?

A woman cannot be a master - it is not possible. When a woman arrives she becomes a mistress, not a master. The fulfilment of a woman is love. Mastery is not the goal of the feminine mind; they don't become masters, they become mistresses. To be a master is basically a male effort. Awareness is the way of man, love is the way of woman.

On the path of awareness it is possible to teach; one can become a master. On the path of love, how can one teach love? You can flower, you can bloom in love, but how can you teach it? Yes, if somebody wants to learn from you he will learn it but you will not be a master.

(...)

She sings the song of the glory of her lord, she dances. If somebody can catch something from her, it is overflowing; but she cannot be a teacher. She is surrendered, her surrender is absolute. Yes, if you are in her company, you will learn what surrender is... But you will have to learn, she will not teach.

(...)

A man can become a good master. A woman can become a good disciple because to become a disciple means to become a receiver, to be receptive, to become a womb. To become a master means to become a giver.

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Biologically, a woman is ready to receive the sperm of the man she loves. The man cannot become a mother, he can only become a father.

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When a woman comes to a master she is already ready to surrender.

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All the great disciples in the world were women.

Buddha had thousand of disciples, but the proportion has always been the same: three women, one man. So was the proportion with Mahavir.

(...)

And so was the case with Jesus.

The really devoted people around him were not the men but the women. When he was crucified all the man escaped, there was not a single man. All those so called apostles had all disappeared, but the women were there. Three women were there: they had no fear, they were ready to sacrifice themselves. When Jesus was taken down from the cross, it was not by men - those disciples had gone far away, and one or two were there but they were hiding in the crowd, women took down the body. And it is very significant that when Jesus appeared after three days, resurrected, he appeared to Mary Magdalen, not to a man.

(...)

She immediately recognized him.

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When she went to tell the male disciples that Jesus was resurrected, they laughed. They said woman you are hallucinating. And they laughed and they said this is how women always are: imaginative, dreaming, romantic. Now look at this foolish woman. Jesus is dead. We have seen him die on the cross with our own eues. But she cried and she said listen to me. I have seen him. But they would not listen.

A woman can be a perfect disciple and this is how it should be. Woman is receptive, an opening, a womb. They have never been masters

(...)

But there have never been disciples like women

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The female mind is more blessed. Because the real thing is to receive the truth, the real thing is not to give it that is secondary. And a woman is always more total than a man. Whenever she receives the truth she becomes luminous: her whole body, her whole being shows it, she carries an aura.

Have you not seen a woman who is pregnant, how beautiful she becomes? Her face glows, she is carrying a new life within her. And this is nothing compared to a woman who really becomes a disciple. She is carrying God himself within her. Her glory is infinite.

So don't be worried why women don't become masters. There is no need. If you can become disciples, that is natural and you will always remain true to nature."

Osho - Tao: The Pathless Path Vol I

Poems Are Made By Fools Like Me

"Poems  are made by fools like me
But only god can make a tree
And only god who makes the tree
Also makes the fools like me
But only fools like me you see
Can make a god who makes a tree."


E. Y. Harburg

Inside Bags of Skin

"How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god?"

"This feeling of being lonely and very temporary visitors in the universe is in flat contradiction to everything known about man (and all other living organisms) in the sciences. We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean "waves," the universe "peoples." Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe. This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals. Even those who know it to be true in theory do not sense or feel it, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated "egos" inside bags of skin."

"This is no more saying that we ought not to fear death than I was saying that we ought to be unselfish. Suppressing the fear of death makes it all the stronger. The point is only to know, beyond any shadow of doubt, that "I" and all other "things" now present will vanish, until this knowledge compels you to release them—to know it now as surely as if you had just fallen off the rim of the Grand Canyon. Indeed, you were kicked off the edge of a precipice when you were born, and it's no help to cling to the rocks falling with you. If you are afraid of death, be afraid. The point is to get with it, to let it take over—fear, ghosts, pains, transience, dissolution, and all. And then comes the hitherto unbelievable surprise: you don't die because you were never born. You had just forgotten who you are. All this comes much more easily with the collaboration of friends. When we are children, our other selves, our families, friends, and teachers, do everything possible to confirm us in the illusion of separateness—to help us to be genuine fakes, which is precisely what is meant by "being a real person." For the person, from the Latin persona, was originally the megaphone-mouthed mask used by actors in the open-air theaters of ancient Greece and Rome, the mask through (per) which the sound (sonus) came. In death we doff the persona, as actors take off their masks and costumes in the green room behind the scenes. And just as their friends come behind the stage to congratulate them on the performance, so one's own friends should gather at the deathbed to help one out of one's mortal role, to applaud the show, and, even more, to celebrate with champagne or sacraments (according to taste) the great awakening of death."

Alan Watts in The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

The World Breaks Everyone

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”

Ernest Hemingway in A Farewell To Arms

Verão

«Só o Verão vale a pena ser vivido»

Rilke

 

"Vejo: caminhas até à borda da água e o reflexo da luz na água torna confusa a tua

silhueta, como se fossem duas pessoas que caminhassem num só corpo. Mas quando

mergulhas e desapareces dentro de água, as duas pessoas fundem-se numa só e tudo se

torna nítido de repente. Sei o que sentes, agora. Posso fechar os olhos e sinto-o também: a

leveza da água sobre os ombros, a consistência das coisas que tocas com as mãos, as pedras

e a areia grossa do fundo. Os peixes que passam diante do teu olhar, a certeza de que a vida

existe quando, por um instante, descemos a este mundo submerso que não é o nosso e

depositamos o peso que trazemos do mundo que é o nosso e assim nos reconstruímos,

porque a água tudo limpa.

Não vejo: fechou-se a marca da água que se abrira à tua entrada, um abismo líquido

interpôs-se entre nós, um prenúncio de catástrofe manchou a luz sem sombras de um dia

que julgávamos eterno.

Posso ficar deitado a olhar um céu absolutamente azul, posso procurar a luz do sol e

olhá-lo sem medo até que ele se transforme em milhares de pontos vermelhos, como

lágrimas em desordem. E posso fechar os olhos sabendo que agora nada mais acontecerá,

para sempre.

Enquanto o Verão passa e não regressam os que mergulharam no fundo do mar, a

praia é como um tempo suspenso, difuso e pouco nítido, atravessado por sons familiares

como os gritos das crianças à borda da água ou a voz cantada do vendedor de gelados.

Qualquer outro ruído estranho tornaria claro o que queremos fluido, perturbaria a única

paz que se tornou possível, a que advém do irreal.

Em Setembro virão as marés vivas e depois o Outono começará a despir as árvores,

antes que um céu plúmbeo se abata sobre nós e uma chuva sem remorsos varra da nossa

pele os últimos vestígios de sal. A partir daí, ficamos à espera, outra vez. Pelos céus azuis,

pelos peixes prateados, pela limpidez da água, pelos risos das crianças. Não quero que

desesperes na espera: haverá sempre Verão, sempre, para além de nós mesmos, e por mais

demorado que seja o regresso."



Miguel Sousa Tavares