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happened, it was always mixed, and one never knows: there may never again be a chance to visit this strange place, these strange people whom I thought were my friends, my wives, my husbands, my children, all these trees, these mountains -- just a look, and there is time because the air is still. As the air starts filling the sails of the ship, I am ready.
He has come to a decision which every seeker of truth one day comes to.
I hope every one of you will come to the same point, where the river takes one look backwards and then melts into the ocean and becomes the ocean....
A BOUNDLESS DROP TO A BOUNDLESS OCEAN.
Okay, Vimal?
Yes, Osho.
The Messiah, Vol 1
Chapter #3
Chapter title: A seeker of silences
9 January 1987 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 8701095
ShortTitle: MESS103
Audio: Yes
Video: Yes
Length: 114 mins
BELOVED OSHO,
AND AS HE WALKED HE SAW FROM AFAR MEN AND WOMEN LEAVING THEIR FIELDS AND THEIR VINEYARDS AND HASTENING TOWARDS THE CITY GATES.
AND HE HEARD THEIR VOICES CALLING HIS NAME, AND SHOUTING FROM FIELD TO FIELD TELLING ONE ANOTHER OF THE COMING OF HIS SHIP.
AND HE SAID TO HIMSELF:
SHALL THE DAY OF PARTING BE THE DAY OF GATHERING?
AND SHALL IT BE SAID THAT MY EVE WAS IN TRUTH MY DAWN?
AND WHAT SHALL I GIVE UNTO HIM WHO HAS LEFT HIS PLOUGH IN MIDFURROW, OR TO HIM WHO HAS STOPPED THE WHEEL OF HIS WINEPRESS?
SHALL MY HEART BECOME A TREE HEAVY-LADEN WITH FRUIT THAT I MAY GATHER AND GIVE UNTO THEM?
AND SHALL MY DESIRES FLOW LIKE A FOUNTAIN THAT I MAY FILL THEIR CUPS?
AM I A HARP THAT THE HAND OF THE MIGHT MAY TOUCH ME, OR A FLUTE THAT HIS BREATH MAY PASS THROUGH ME?
A SEEKER OF SILENCES AM I, AND WHAT TREASURE HAVE I FOUND IN SILENCES THAT I MAY DISPENSE WITH CONFIDENCE?
IF THIS IS MY DAY OF HARVEST, IN WHAT FIELDS HAVE I SOWED THE SEED, AND IN WHAT UN-REMEMBERED SEASONS?
IF THIS INDEED BE THE HOUR IN WHICH I LIFT UP MY LANTERN, IT IS NOT MY FLAME THAT SHALL BURN THEREIN.
EMPTY AND DARK SHALL I RAISE MY LANTERN,
AND THE GUARDIAN OF THE
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