The Real Love!

When you are aware, you are not in need of love. When you are not in need of love, you become capable of love. This is the paradox. When you are in need you are not capable. And in this sleepy state, full of needs and desires, you go on stumbling.

It is on the same lines as banks function. If you go to a bank and you need money, they will not give you any. If you don't need money, you have enough, they will come to you and they will always be ready to give you. When you don't need, they are ready to give you; when you need, they are not ready to give you.

Let me tell you one anecdote:


Two very proper English gentlemen were drunk in the pubs looking for women. They finally got lucky and were about to bed with their respective finds. As they were lurching their way through the crowded London streets, one turned to the other and said, "Look here, old man, do you mind switching bitches?"
"No, I don't mind old thing, but can you tell a fellow why?" "Well," slobbered the first, "don't you know, between the grog and the fog and the smog, I seem to have picked up my old auntie!"

In the darkness of desire, in the madness of passion, between the grog and the fog and the smog, don't be too worried whether the other's love is real or not. Right now, as you are, the real cannot happen to you. The real happens only to real persons. Gurdjieff used to say: "Don't seek reality -- become real!"

"The Real happens to Real Persons only. To Unreal Persons only the Unreal happens."




Source: A Sudden Clash of Thunder: Osho

Do you love yourself?

Do you love yourself? You have not even asked the question. People hate themselves.

People condemn themselves -- they go on condemning; they go on thinking that they are

rotten. How can the other love you? such a rotten person. No, nobody can love you really.

The other must be befooling, cheating; there must be some other reason. She must be

after something else; he must be after something else.

I have heard:

A dirty, smelly, filthy-looking old Jewish bum, sat down on a park bench next to a sweet

young girl. The girl took one look at the bum and looked away in revulsion. Pretty soon

she heard a noise and turned her head to see what was happening. She watched in horror

as the Jewish bum took a sandwich from a brown bag and took a big bite of it. The meat

was rancid, the lettuce was brown, and the bread mouldy.

Sensing the girl's eyes on him, the Jewish bum turned towards her and said, "Pardon me,

miss, would you like a bite of my sandwich? I suppose to make love would be out of the question."

This is what goes on happening. You know about yourself -- love seems to be out of the

question. You know your rottenness, worthlessness -- love seems to be out of the

question. And when some woman comes and says she adores you, you cannot trust.

When you go to a woman and you say you adore her, and she hates herself, how can she

believe you? It is self-hatred that is creating the anxiety.

There is no way to be certain about the other -- first be certain about yourself. And a

person who is certain about himself is certain about the whole world. A certainty

achieved at your innermost core becomes a certainty about everything that you do and

everything that happens to you. Settled, centered, grounded, in yourself, you never worry

about such things. You accept.! 

If somebody loves you, you accept it because you love yourself. You are happy with

yourself; somebody else is happy -- good! It does not get in your head; it does not make

you madly egoistic. You simply enjoy yourself; somebody else also finds you enjoyable -

- good!

Source:  A Sudden Clash of Thunder: Osho

Seeking?

Seeking truth?

Wisdom dwells in the cave of your heart

Seeking God?
The Self dances in each atom of existence

Seeking peace?
Be like a rock in the realization of truth

Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind
Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind


Seeking reality?
Don’t be the seer or the seen, be the seeing

Seeking bliss?
Transcend duality, thoughts and beliefs

Seeking release?
The very notion of bondage is illusion

Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind
Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind

source: songs of vasishta

Another Day!

Another day, another life, another song

It’s your dream world, there’s no right no wrong

There is no start, there is no end

There’s just the chance to be a friend

Time’s in your mind, there’s no short, no long

Space is like time, there’s no here, no gone

There’s just the chance to Be!

There’s just the chance to Be!

source: songs of vasishta

Give Me NOT!

Give me not thirst if you cannot give me water.

Give me not hunger if you cannot give me food.

Give me not joy if I cannot share.

Give me not the skills if I cannot put them to good use.

Give me not intelligence if I cannot perceive beyond it.

Give me not knowledge if I cannot digest it.

Give me not love if I cannot serve.

Give me not desire that doesn't lead me to you.

Give me not a path that doesn't take me home.

Give me not a prayer if you don't want to hear it. 

-love, unni. :)

Follow your dreams!

    There were once 2 brothers who lived on the 80th level. On coming home one day, they realized to their dismay that the lifts were not working and that they have to climb the stairs home.

After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired, they decided to abandon their bags and come back for them the next day. They left their bags then and climbed on. When they have struggled to the 40th level, the younger brother started to grumble and both of them began to quarrel. They continued to climb the flights of steps, quarreling all the way to the 60th floor.

They then realized that they have only 20 levels more to climb and decided to stop quarreling and continue climbing in peace. They silently climbed on and reached their home at long last. Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to open the door. And they realized that the key was in their bags which was left on the 20th floor.

This story is reflecting on our life…many of us live under the expectations of our parents, teachers and friends when young. We seldom get to do the things that we really like and love and are under so much pressure and stress so that by the age of 20, we get tired and decided to dump this load.

Being free of the stress and pressure, we work enthusiastically and dream ambitious wishes. But by the time we reach 40 years old, we start to lose our vision and dreams. We began to feel unsatisfied and start to complain and criticize. We live life as a misery as we are never satisfied. Reaching 60, we realize that we have little left for complaining anymore, and we began to walk the final episode in peace and calmness.

We think that there is nothing left to disappoint us, only to realize that we could not rest in peace because we have an unfulfilled dream …… a dream we abandoned 60 years ago.

So, what is your dream? Follow your dreams, so that you will not live with regrets.

-:)

It happened with Buddha!

Buddha was passing near a village; a few people came and they abused him very badly, said nasty things, used vulgar words -- and he just stood there. They got a little puzzled, because he was not reacting. Then somebody from the crowd asked, "Why are you silent? Answer what we are saying!"

Buddha said, "You came a little late. You should have come ten years ago, because then I would have reacted. But now I am not there where you are doing these things to me; a distance has arisen. Now I have moved to the center where you cannot touch me. You came a little late. I am sorry for you, but I enjoy it. Now I am in a hurry, because in the other village where I am going, people will be waiting for me. If you are not yet finished, then I will pass back by the same route. You can come again. It sounds fascinating."

They were puzzled. What to do with such a man? Another from the crowd asked, "Really, are you not going to say anything?"

Buddha said, "In the village I have come from just now, people came with many sweets to present to me, but I take things only when I am hungry, and I was not hungry, so I gave them back their sweets. I ask you, what will they do?"
So the man said, "Of course, they will go in the village and give those sweets as prasad to people."

So Buddha started laughing and he said, "You are really in trouble, you are in a mess -- what will you do? You brought these vulgar words to me, and I say I am not hungry -- so now take them back! And I feel very sorry for your village, because people will get such vulgar things, vulgar words in their prasad."

When you are at the center, it sounds fascinating -- you can enjoy it. When you are cool you can enjoy the whole world. When you are hot you cannot enjoy it, because you get so much into it; you are lost, you get identified. You become so messed up in it, how can you enjoy it?

This may sound paradoxical, but: only a Buddha enjoys this world. Then everything sounds fascinating.

:)