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sing through him. He has no ideas of his own; he does not hinder.
This song is also a song of MAHAPRAGYA. This is one of the most beautiful songs ever sung -- because there is no singer in it, because the song has sung itself.
The Sun Rises in the Evening
Chapter #2
Chapter title: Waiting, Just Waiting
12 June 1978 am in Buddha Hall
Archive code: 7806120
ShortTitle: SUNRIS02
Audio: Yes
Video: No
Length: 90 mins
The first question:
Question 1
A PEBBLE FALLING INTO WATER
RIPPLES THE FAR SHORE.
A SPARK FANNED BY THE BREEZE
STARTS A FOREST FIRE.
A MASTER'S PRESENCE SPREADS AWARENESS
TO THE FAR CORNERS OF THE EARTH.
OSHO, WHAT IS YOUR WORK?
KABIR, IT IS NOT WORK AT ALL. The very idea of work is irrelevant with me. It is not work because there is no WILL behind it. I am not here to impose anything upon anybody. I am not here to convert you to any ideology or to a certain way of life. I am not teaching a philosophy of life, I am not teaching anything at all -- I am not a teacher. I am simply sharing whatsoever has happened with me.
Never think in terms of work. It is not work for the flower to bloom, it is sheer joy, it is play. Think in terms of play. Work is serious, heavy; play is non-serious. This whole existence can be seen through these two words: work or play.
The Western concept of God is that of a doer, hence they call him 'the Creator'. In the East the concept of God is not of a doer but of a player. We call his existence not his 'creation' but his LEELA, his play -- the way somebody sings a song without any motivation behind it, for the sheer joy of it, for no result in view; no past behind it, no future ahead of it.
These birds singing... it is not work, they are just shouting that they are alive. They are simply saying 'We are here!' to the sun and to the sky and to the clouds; they are chanting. It is an outpouring. God is out-pouring himself into existence.
Because the Western concept of God is that of a doer, the whole religion became very serious. The Eastern religion is more
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