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to grow any more roses, and the rosebush comes to me and says, 'Osho, I am caught up in a compulsion -- I always grow roses!' Mm? what nonsense! It is not a compulsion -- it is the way you are.
So I will say to the rosebush, 'With my blessings, go on growing bigger roses -- as many as you can grow -- and forget all this nonsense! You are not caught up in anything. This is you.'
Once you realise this fact, and the idea to improve and become better is dropped, suddenly you are free. To me, to become absolutely free of improvement, to be totally free of all nonsense -- of growth, improvement, going somewhere, reaching high altitudes, siddhis and powers, and occult and esoteric things -- is to become en-lightened. Once you are finished with all that nonsense -- it is ridiculous -- and once you say, 'This is what I am -- If I am a rose-bush, I am to be a rosebush, so why not be happily a rosebush? Why become sad? And why become neurotic and go to a psychiatrist's couch ? I am a rosebush. God intends me to be a rosebush, so I will be a rosebush. Now I will happily be a rosebush' -- there is no problem, because there is no division.
My suggestion is: simply be yourself. Don't bring in any categories, values. Once you see the fact that this is what you are, suddenly all problems disappear. Problems are created, manufactured, home-made. You weave and spin them. If this is the way things have been happening, this is the way they are going to happen; simply let them happen.
[The sannyasin answers: But I see that other people get hurt -- and they happen to be the people that I love the most.]
You can tell them that this is the way you are. Never pretend that you will not hurt them. From the very beginning make everything clear -- that this is [you], and you grow many rose flowers, but there are many thorns. So they should not be deceived by your roses; thorns are also there. Sometimes you hurt very much, and you are destructive. Now it is for them to choose. Be open!
Again the problem arises because we go on pretending that we never hurt, that we are very loving, that we are very kind, compas-sionate, that we are buddhas. Then suddenly
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