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years will be too long. And don't you want to come back here permanently? Mm? That will be far better -- finish things there and come here!
And all that is there in your energy which you are translating as the desire to do some craft work is: you want to do something with the hands. The energy wants to move from the head to the hands, that's all. Gardening will be good, farming will be good, working with wood, sculpture -- anything with the hands, so the head can be put aside. That's all there is. You are translating it as if it is a need to do some handicraft and teach; but the teaching will again become part of the mind. Whether you teach handicraft or anything, teaching is from the head.
And three years is too long a time. My own feeling is that you go, finish things there, come here, and I will give you some work with your hands. So you become part of the new commune. When are you leaving?
[A sannyasin, just back from the West, says he feels a sense of incompletion about the relationship he finished with his wife two years ago. Osho checks his energy.]
It is just a guilt feeling. Simply drop it. Don't go on carrying it -- it is futile. But that's how people live: they never finish anything, and unfinished things go on accumulating. People remain so involved in the past, that's why they cannot live in the present. One part is hanging somewhere, another part is somewhere else; one part may be still a child, another part has become adolescent, the third part has become young, the fourth part is already old. So man remains a mess, not one piece, and that is the root cause of misery.
And now it is not for you to do anything. The woman has finished with it. Why create trouble for her again? Finish it! Always remember that when something is no more a joy, put a full stop to it, close that chapter..Very few people know how to close things. It is very simple to start a thing -- any idiot can do that -- but to finish a thing beautifully, gracefully, needs a wise man. So it is rarely that people finish things -- everything goes on and on and on, and they are lost in the jungle of it.
It is not love. If it were love I would have
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