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Sufis
Osho, Sufis the people
on the path, vol. 1 |
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'I am not really talking on Sufism, I will be talking Sufism. If you are ready, if you are ready to go into this adventure, then you will attain to a taste of it. It is something that will start happening in your heart. It is something like a bud opening. You will start feeling a certain sensation in the heart - as if something is becoming alert, awake there; as if the heart has been asleep for long and now it is the first glimmer of the morning - and there you will have the taste.
Kranti Preman writes in his introduction:
The book you are holding in your hands is the living, beating heart of the mystic, Osho. His words are the very life-blood of existence. Are you ready to receive the ultimate transfusion?
In this dangerous spiritual surgery, you will need to open yourself - up and risk your life. No one is going to perform miracles for you. It is Osho's great gift to us: his insistence on meditation as the most direct tool for transformation. Each of us must go solo into the vast, unfamiliar territory of our inner being. Witnessing is the scalpel that cuts away all that is not you. Only then you can melt into existence.
The path of the Sufi is through the heart. To help clear the way for your meditation, Osho suggests more drastic measures that cut directly to the essence of Sufism.
"The whole function of the master is to behead his disciples -that's what I go on doing here. You have nothing to lose but your head. And when I say come out of your sleep, I mean come out of your dead head. Come into the heart. Let the heart pulsate, let the heart sing, let the heart dance."
Come celebrate. Come join the Sufis if you like. They are the People of the Path. Don't worry, though one need not be a Sufi to be a Sufi. It's not a serious thing.
The birds are Sufis when they wake up the sun with their early morning gossip. The crickets are Sufis when they present their chorus to the night. And if you are truly silent, listening in your original innocence, you are a Sufi. All it takes is tuning into your natural sensitivity. "God is broadcasting himself all over and the reception happens in the heart, never in the head." But how many of us are living dancingly and singingly like the Sufi mystics? Osho calls us "robopaths"* because we function mechanically like robots. We are stuck in ritual, dogma and habit. It hurts so much to hear this because he's right.
It took me some time to realize that I was in love with a man who was bent on destroying me. Before I met Osho, I did not consider myself a seeker -and I was definitely not in search of a master, not to mention the Master of Masters. But something started to happen.
When I read an Osho book about Zen, it was clear to me that Zen was the essential religion. When I read Osho on Tantra, I said, that's it, Tantra is the real thing. When it came to Buddhism, I asked, how could I have overlooked the genius of Buddha? And the same kept happening on and on from Yoga to Christianity to Taoism.
Of course, now that I have this Sufi book in hand, it's not hard to imagine what I am. I'm a full-blooded Sufi.This new book - a beautifully re-edit and new designed book from a long time out of print classic by Osho, is a journey full with beautiful moments.
WHEN I FEEL DEEP LOVE I FEEL SAD AT THE SAME TIME. WHY?
Real love always brings sadness. It is inevitable - because love creates a space which opens new doors to your being. Love brings a twilight situation.
In the moment of love you can see what is unreal and what is real. In the moment of love you can see what is meaningless, what is meaningful, and at the same time you see you are rooted in the meaningless - hence sadness. In the moment of love you become aware of your ultimate potential, you become aware of the farthest peak, but you are not there - hence sadness.
You see a vision but it is a vision, and within a moment it will be gone. It is as if God has spoken to you in a dream and when you are awake you miss it. You know something has happened but it has not become a reality. It was just a passing breeze.
If love does not create sadness then know well it is not love. Love is bound to create sadness - the greater the love, the greater will be the sadness in the wake of it.
Love opens the door to God. Two hearts come close, very, very close, but in that very closeness they can see the separation - that is the sadness. When you are far away you cannot see it so clearly. You know you are separate but when you desire to be one with somebody and you long for it and there is great passion for it and you come close and you come close and then comes a moment when you are very, very close but beyond which you cannot go, you are stuck - suddenly you become sad. The goal is so close by and yet it is beyond reach.
Sometimes after love you will fall into a deep frustrating night. Those who have not known love have not known the real misery, they have not known the real anguish. They live a flat kind of life. They have not known the peaks so they are not aware of the valleys. They have not reached to the maximum so they think that whatsoever they are doing is what life is supposed to be like. In love for a moment you become that which you should be. But it is only momentary.
If you want it to become an eternal reality for you then love itself is not enough - then prayer will be needed. Love makes you aware of this need - and unless you start moving in prayer, love will create more and more sadness.
You cannot become one in love. You can only have an illusion of becoming one. And that is the great desire - how to be one, how to be one with the whole, how to fall in rapport with reality, how to disappear utterly.
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