Osho, The Wisdom of the Sands, vol. 1,  250 pages, HB / euro 18.50 - order here

Throughout history, stories have always been the best teaching material. They are alive, entertaining, and in a simple way they can be used to convey the basic lessons for life. This book presents a special selection of commentaries by Osho on incomparable stories from the world of Sufism.
Beginning with the haunting story of a stream that encounters a desert – and the fears and doubts that arise in the stream as a mysterious voice urges it to allow itself to disappear and be carried aloft by the wind – Osho invites us to explore the world of the Sufis. In that world we discover the meaning of trust, the wisdom of the heart, the value of letting go, and so much more….

Chapter Titles
Chapter 1: The Tale of the Sands
Chapter 2: Trusting
Chapter 3: The Journey Is the Goal
Chapter 4: Contrary to Expectation
Chapter 5: The Oasis of Your Awareness
Chapter 6: Being Total
Chapter 7: The Mad King and His Idol
Chapter 8: Just a Quantum Leap
Chapter 9: Experience: The Heart of the Matter

TRUTH IS ONE, YOU SAY. THEN WHY ARE THERE SO MANY RELIGIONS?
Truth is one, but interpretations are many and can be millions. Truth is one, but the people who see truth are different. Their eyes give different angles.
Christ has his own unique personality, as Krishna has. When Christ looks at the truth the truth reflects in his eyes; that becomes Christianity. When Krishna looks at the truth, truth reflects in his eyes, and that becomes Hinduism. Hinduism is not direct truth. Christianity is not direct truth. They have come via unique persons, and the unique person's uniqueness is always reflected in it. When Buddha comes to truth, truth becomes Buddhist, has to become; it takes the color of Buddha. When you will come to see the truth, there will be a meeting of you and the truth. The truth will transform you and you will transform the truth, and the ultimate result will be a cross-breeding between you and truth. Then the Bible will be different from the Upanishads, and Tao Te Ching will be different from Dhammapada. It is the meeting of the individual with the whole, but the individual brings his uniqueness.
When a painter comes into the garden and looks, he sees thousands of colors that you are never aware of. He sees many greens, not one green; different shades of green. He has a trained eye to see color. When you see, you just see trees are green; your eyes are not trained for it. When a poet comes he will sing a song about the trees, the painter will paint a painting of the trees, and the song and the painting will be different. Although they both happen in the same garden, they both happened through the same garden, interpretations are bound to be different.
Truth is one and religiousness is one, but the moment it descends on the earth it takes a form. That form is going to be different. If we understand this then there will be no fight between forms; all those forms will be accepted. In fact the world is richer because there is Christianity and Buddhism and Taoism and Hinduism and Jainism -- the world is far richer. Just think of a world which is only Christian! Just think of a world which is only Buddhist! It would be a poor world, it would not have variety. Truth would suffer.

Listen to this anecdote:
At a bar in Paris an American was drinking with three Frenchmen. "Tell me," he asked, "what is SANG-FROID? Oh, I know that if you translate it, it means COLD BLOOD, but I would like to know the connotation of that particular term."
"Well," answered one Frenchman, "let me try to explain. Suppose you have left your home -- presumably on a business trip -- and you come home unexpectedly. You find your wife in bed with your best friend. You do not get emotional, you do not get unduly upset. You smile at both of them, and you say, 'Pardon the intrusion.' Well, that is what I would call SANG-FROID."
Another of the Frenchmen standing by broke in and said, "Well, I wouldn't exactly call that SANG-FROID. I think SANG FROID is just unusual tact. Suppose in the same situation you wave hello to your friend and your wife who are in bed, and with complete imperturbability you say, 'Pardon the intrusion, sir. Don't mind me. Please continue. 'Well now, that's what I would call SANG-FROID."
"Ah!" broke in the third, "well, maybe. But as for me, I'd go a step further in my definition. If under the same circumstances you said, 'Pardon the intrusion. Please continue!' -- and your best friend in bed COULD continue, well that's what I would call SANG-FROID."

Truth is one but interpretations are many. And it is good, and it is a more beautiful and a richer world because of that.