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is needed to prolong life on the earth.
You have a beautiful name, with tremendous significance. Try to make it a reality -- at least in you, because that is the only way to transform the whole world. Begin with yourself; there is no other beginning.
OSHO (TO SAM): The spoken prayer cannot be heard because God understands no language except silence. Hence prayer has not to be verbal, it has to be existential. It is not something that you do, it is something that you are.
To be in prayer means to be prayerful... not praying, not saying something, not asking something, but just being totally in love with existence, feeling one with existence. When there is no separation between you and the whole it is the state of prayer. Prayer is the highest form of love, communion, meeting -- a meeting not of I and thou but a meeting in which I and thou both disappear.
That's where I differ from Martin Buber. He says that prayer is an I-thou dialog. That is utter nonsense. He has not known anything of prayer, he is philosophizing about prayer. He is a great thinker, no doubt, but he is not a man of prayer because what he is saying can be said only by a man who is not in prayer.
Those who have known prayer will not say that it is a dialog. It is not a dialog at all because the twoness, which is a must for a dialog, disappears. It is not an I and thou relationship. It is not a relationship at all, it is union, it is orgasmic union. The I is no more there, and when the I is no more there the thou cannot exist. They dissolve into each other, they melt into each other; all limits and all definitions disappear. One knows nothing in prayer, except that one is not.
That nothingness is nothingness from the side of the ego but from the other side it is plenitude, it is fullness, it is wholeness, it is holy.
OSHO (TO PATRICIA): Bliss is the climate I want to create for you -- that's what a Buddhafield means. Where so many people are soaring high, it is easier for you to soar. Even the newly born bird, seeing his parents flying into the sky, gathers courage, starts fluttering his wings, becomes aware of his potential. The flight of the mother,
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