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between two thoughts.
Just look within....
At the supper table one night a farmer was very angry.
"Where were you boys when I called for you to help me an hour ago?" he demanded.
"I was in the barn setting a hen," said one.
"I was in the loft setting a saw," said another.
"I was in grandpa's room setting the clock," said the third.
"And I was in the pantry setting a trap," said the fourth son.
"A fine set you are!" exclaimed the farmer. "And where were you?" he asked, turning to the youngest son.
"I was on the doorstep setting still."
So find a few moments when you can be just "setting still"; immediately you will be in the gaps. Sitting silently, you will be in the gaps.
Thoughts are intruders; gaps are your real nature. Thoughts come and go. The emptiness within you always remains; it never comes, never goes. The emptiness is the background, thoughts are moving figures against it. Just as you write on a blackboard with white chalk -- the blackboard is there, you write with white chalk -- your inner emptiness functions as a blackboard, and on that blackboard thoughts move.
Slow down! Slow down a little. Just sit silently, relaxed, not doing anything in particular. If you ask 'if' questions, you are wasting time. In the same time and with the same energy, those gaps can be experienced and you can become immensely rich. And once you have tasted the gaps, then the hold of thoughts on you will disappear.
The last question:
Question 5
BELOVED OSHO, WHO CARES?
IS THIS CREATIVE INDIFFERENCE, OR SLEEP?
PLEASE COMMENT.
Creativity can never be indifferent. Creativity cares -- because creativity is love. Creativity is the function of love and care. Creativity cannot be indifferent. If you are indifferent, by and by all your creativity will disappear. Creativity needs passion, aliveness, energy. Creativity needs that you should remain a flow, an intense, passionate flow.
If you look at a flower indifferently, the flower cannot be beautiful. Through indifference, everything becomes ordinary. Then one lives in a cold way, shrunken in oneself. This
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