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Part V : Letters to Mrs Parekh
LIn 1960 Osho meets Mrs. Madan Kunwar Parekh (Ma Anandmayee),
whom he recognizes as his mother in a past-life. Mrs Parekh is
40 years' old at the time, and recognizes that Osho is enlightened.
Osho writes hundreds of letters to her, of which 120 are published
under the title: Seeds of Revolutionary Thought (1966), and reprinted
as Seeds of Wisdom (1996). These letters recount incidents in
Osho's life as parables explaining his teachings.
I too am a farmer and I sowed some seeds. They sprouted and now
flowers have come to them. My whole life is filled with the fragrance
of these flowers and because of this fragrance now I am in a different
world. This fragrance has given me a new birth, and now I am no
longer that which is seen by ordinary eyes.
The unseen and the unknown have flung open their closed doors,
and I am seeing a world which is not seen through the eyes, and
I am hearing music which ears are not capable of hearing. Whatsoever
I have found and known is eager to flow just as the mountain waterfalls
and springs flow and rush towards the ocean.
Remember, when the clouds are full of water they have to shower.
And when the flowers are filled with fragrance they have to give
off their fragrance freely to the winds. And when a lamp is lit,
the light is bound to radiate from it.
Something like this has happened and the winds are carrying
away some seeds of revolution from me. I have no idea in what
fields they will land and who will tend them. I only know that
it is from seeds like these that I have attained the flowers of
life, immortality, and the divine. And in whatever field they
land, the very soil there will turn into the flowers of immortality.
In death is hidden the immortal and in death is life-just as
flowers are inherent in the soil. But the potential of the soil
can never become realized in the absence of seeds. The seeds make
manifest that which was unmanifest and give expression to that
which was latent.
Whatever I have, whatever I am, I want to give away as seeds of
divine consciousness. What is attained in knowledge - knowing - love
gives away in abundance. In knowing one knows God; in love one
becomes God. Knowledge is the spiritual discipline, love is the
fulfillment. sdwisd00
A year has passed. During the last rainy season I had sown the
seeds of gultevari flowers. As the rainy season was over, flowers
also disappeared. Then I removed the dried-up plants. This year
I am seeing that with the coming of the rains so many gultevari
plants are sprouting on their own. They have begun to appear from
the ground in so many places. The seeds left in the ground from
the previous season have waited for a year, and it is blissful
coming to life now. In the darkness underground, in winter and
summer, they have been waiting there. Now somehow they have the
opportunity of seeing the light again. With this comes the feeling
of an auspicious and festive music emanating from those newly
born plants, and I experience it.
Centuries ago, some nectar-sweet-throat sang: Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya - who
does not have the desire to move from darkness to light!
Are not such seeds lying hidden in every man, in every living
being, wanting to attain to light? Is there not also since many
many lifetimes a waiting and praying for this opportunity?
These seeds are lying hidden within everyone and it is only from
these seeds that the thirst arises for becoming complete. These
flames are lying hidden in every one, and these flames want to
reach out to the sun! No one becomes fulfilled without transforming
these seeds into plants. There is no other way than to become
whole. One has to become whole, because intrinsically every seed
is whole. sdwisd05
Tick…tick…tick…the clock has started running
again. In fact, it has been running all along, for me only had
it stopped. Or, better to say, I myself had become closed to the
space where this running exists.
I had moved into another realm of time. I was sitting with eyes
closed, looking within, and went on looking - it was altogether
a different realm of time. Then contact with this realm was broken.
How blissful it is to slip out of time! Pictures on the mind stop.
Their existence is time. As they cease, time ceases and then only
the pure present remains. The present is part of time only in
language. In reality, it is outside the realm of time, beyond
of it. To be in it is to be in the self. I have returned from
that world now. How peaceful everything is! In the distance some
bird is singing, a child is crying in the neighborhood and a cock
is crowing.
How blissful it is to live! And now I know that death too is blissful,
because life does not end with it. It is only a state of life - life
is before it and after it also. sdwisd04
I was sitting with my eyes closed. Seeing always with the eyes
open, man is forgetting the art of seeing with closed eyes. What
is seen with open eyes is nothing compared to what is seen with
the eyes closed. The tiny eyelid separates and joins two worlds.
I was sitting with eyes closed when a person came; he asked me
what I was doing. When I said I was seeing something, he became
almost perplexed. Perhaps he would have thought, "Can seeing
with closed eyes be called seeing?"
When I open my eyes I arrive in the finite. When I close my eyes,
the doors of the infinite open. On one side is seen the seen and
on the other the seer. sdwisd05
I get up in the morning - I see the squirrels running about,
I see the flowers opening up in the rays of the sun, I see nature
overflowing with harmonious melody. I go to bed at night - I
see the silence showering from the stars, I see the blissful sleep
encompassing the entire creation. And then I begin to ask myself
"What has happened to man?"
Everything is vibrating with bliss except man. Everything is resonating
with music except man. Everything is settled in divine peace except
man. sdwisd04
At dawn I watched the sparkling drops of dew gently and lovingly
settling on the petals of the flowers. They made not a sound.
When one's heart is ready God also descends like the tiny drops
of dew. You have no inkling of his coming until he manifests himself
before you. long03
Last night, away from the city, we were sitting in a mango grove.
There were some clouds in the sky and the moon played hide-and-seek
among them. In this play of light and shadow, some people were
there silently with me for a long time.
How difficult it becomes to speak sometimes! When the atmosphere
is thick with a melody, a music, one is afraid to speak lest it
should be disrupted. So it happened last night. We returned back
home very late. On the way, someone remarked, "This is the
first time in my life that I have experienced silence. I had heard
that silence is a wonderful bliss, but I realized it only today.
Today it has happened effortlessly - but how will it happen
again?"
I said, "What has happened effortlessly happens only effortlessly,
it does not happen with effort." sdwisd05
Since evening, it has been stormy and rainy. Gusts of wind have
lashed the trees. The electric supply has failed, and the city
is plunged into darkness.
In the house, an earthenware lamp has been lit, its flame ascending.
The lamp is of the earth, but its flame endlessly mounts to touch
the unknown.
Man's consciousness is like this flame. His body is content with
the earth but there is something else in him which constantly
strives to rise above it. This consciousness, this dancing flame
is the life of man. This ceaseless yearning to soar is his soul.
Man is man because he has this flame within him. Without it, he
is only earth.
If this flame burns fiercely, a revolution comes into being.
If this flame is manifest totally, the earth itself can be transcended.
Man is a lamp. There is earth in him, but there is light too.
If he concerns himself only with the earth, his life is wasted:
there must be attention to the light also.
Awareness of the light transforms everything and allows man to
see God in the earth. sdwisd02
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