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It's bound to surround you, just like clouds come one day and another day it is very sunny. Watch the clouds, watch the sun, and remember that you are separate from both. Dark moments come, light moments come -- we are moving on a wheel of day and night, birth and death, summer and winter -- but if we can remember that we are not any of these then bliss arises. Then one is suddenly at peace with oneself and at peace with existence. That is bliss -- that harmony, that accord, that attunement.

And once you have learned how to be blissful your soul starts growing. Otherwise it remains a seed, it never becomes a tree, and unless the seed becomes a tree and the tree blooms and brings much fruit, life is a wastage.

OSHO (TO WILLEM): The whole attempt to force nature, existence, is futile, because there are secrets which can be revealed only when you are in a nonaggressive mood. There are secrets which are revealed only to the sannyasins and not to the soldiers. There are secrets which can only be revealed to you when you are absolutely absent -- just a nothingness, a prayer, a love, with all the doors and all the windows of your being open... just an awaiting, a receptivity, a womb. Then one becomes pregnant with the unknown and the unknowable God.

That's what the meaning of your name, Satyam, is. Be receptive, be loving, and trust nature that has given birth to you. You are its extension, you are not separate from it. It cares for you; it protects you, in life and in death. It is your security, the only security there is. Feel secure, at ease, relaxed, and one day when the mind is completely silent truth happens. It simply comes like a ray of light into the darkness of your existence, and all is revealed.

DHYAN KIRTI'S FIRST VISIT TO POONA

KIRTI: I WRITE POETRY, BUT THERE IS A LOT OF CONFUSION IN THE WAY; A LOT OF ANGER COMES THROUGH.

OSHO: That will be gone. Just pass through a few groups, mm? You will be exhausted of all anger!

KIRTI: OKAY! (GRINS BROADLY)



Even Bein' Gawd Ain't A Bed of Roses

Chapter #8

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8 October 1979 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium

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