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is true in the ordinary world is also true in the ultimate experience. You are buddhas asleep. The buddha asleep is called bodhisattva -- buddha in essence, buddha in the seed. Let the seed disappear in the soil, let the rains come, and green leaves will sprout and flowers will blossom. There is no distinction. Everybody is either awake or asleep.
That's why I call you all buddhas. What does it matter if somebody wakes up today, somebody woke up yesterday, and somebody is waiting for tomorrow? The buddhahood is there whether you are asleep or awake. We will go on trying, pulling your leg, hitting on your head. In every device the essential part is to make you awake, really awake, a pillar of consciousness.
Another question she has asked:
BELOVED OSHO,
DO YOU CALL US "BUDDHAS" -- AS BOKUSHU CALLED THE MONK IN THIS STORY "OSHO" -- TO REMIND US OF THE WAY?
Not of the way, Maneesha, but to remind you of yourself. The way is always a long journey. There is no need of any way. You can just here, now, be awake without traveling on any way. I don't talk about the way, I talk about awakening this very moment, like lightning, like a thunderbolt. And I don't think that if you decide to sleep a little longer, there is any harm in it.
Yes, Maneesha, I call you all buddhas in the same sense as Bokushu called the monk `Osho'. I love you and I respect you; whether you are awake or asleep, that is a very small matter. It is so small, that before meditation we will laugh a little.
"Hey, Donatelli," shouts Rizzocola, "you ought-a pull-a your shades down when you kiss-a your wife. I saw you last-a night. I saw-a everything!"
"Ha! Ha!" laughs Donatelli. "The joke-a is on-a you. I-a was not-a home last night!"
The doctor comes out of Rizzoli's bedroom and says, "Frankly, Mrs. Rizzoli, I don't like the way your husband looks at all."
"Nor do I" she replies. "But he is nice to the kids."
Big Mrs. Bertha Baloni gets into a taxi one night in downtown New York. After riding a while, she suddenly realizes that she has forgotten her purse and has no money to pay the fare. The meter reads ten dollars when Bertha cries,
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