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date = 22 Feb 1987 | date = 22 Feb 1987, 19:00 | | ||
location = Chuang Tzu Auditorium, [[wikipedia:Pune|Pune]] | | location = Chuang Tzu Auditorium, [[wikipedia:Pune|Pune]] | | ||
language = English | | language = English | | ||
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syn = Reader of the | syn = Reader of the questions: [[Sw Anand Vimal]]. | ||
:Question 1 from Sarjano | |||
::Beloved Osho, | |||
::Would you say this is not love? | |||
::For behind the tears of absence | |||
::Is a serene memory | |||
::As a constant presence in my center | |||
::Always, always in the center | |||
::Of my heart, of my feet, | |||
::All the directions of the earth, | |||
::The words and the silences, | |||
::The embraces and the songs, | |||
::But most of all | |||
::In the center of my sorrowing smile | |||
::Sometimes pained with rage. | |||
::So would you say this is not love? | |||
::Because I shout: "You bastards!" | |||
::For I cannot accept in silence or with joy | |||
::That they gag your mouth | |||
::And they fetter your feet. | |||
::Would you say this is not love? | |||
::The divine rage that screams within me | |||
::Singing its furious song | |||
::For the thousands and thousands of hearts | |||
::Who would have loved to meet you | |||
::But are hindered by boundaries of fear, | |||
::By bureaucracy, passports and masked manners. | |||
::Would you say if I could ask you | |||
::My eternal question | |||
::That I do not love you? | |||
::Because I feel to scream to them | |||
::That I love you, I love you, | |||
::And because I want them all to love you, | |||
::To be free | |||
::To love you and to meet you | |||
::Under every tree, | |||
::In every country, | |||
::On every street around the earth, | |||
::And because I wish for every wretch | |||
::You could reach out your hand | |||
::Or your infinite silence. | |||
::I would be dead by now | |||
::Forgotten of myself | |||
::If I had not met you. | |||
::And so I weep for all of those | |||
::Who died in forgetfulness | |||
::Of their own soul | |||
::Without having met you. | |||
::And again and again I scream: | |||
::"You bastards!" | |||
::Into the faces of those | |||
::Who try to chain you close | |||
::In order to keep you | |||
::From the thirsty and the lost. | |||
::So would you say this is not love? | |||
::For the scream is louder still | |||
::Than the silence. | |||
::For the heart is turmoil and the rage | |||
::Whets the intelligence | |||
::Like a sword to cut the chains, | |||
::To cut the heads of the parasites, | |||
::And to open a door | |||
::For intuition to enter. | |||
::I cannot take this any more, | |||
::The fear and the meanness of those who decide | |||
::What is right and what is wrong. | |||
::Nor the fear of those who are afraid | |||
::Of the songs, | |||
::Of the dance, | |||
::Of the music that springs up | |||
::When a living being | |||
::Meets you. | |||
::So, oh, my love, would you say | |||
::This is not love? | |||
:Question 2 from Anando | |||
::Beloved Osho, I don't know how you do it! One minute I think I am in the deepest depths of sadness, the blackest fog of despair, a total blot on the landscape, a complete mistake on the part of existence. The next minute you come dancing in my direction, a huge laugh bubbles up inside of me, and I am utterly in love with the world again -- at least until my next premenstrual crisis. What amazes me is that I am still amazed every time you do something like this, even after ten years. Will I ever learn? | |||
:([[Glossary#source_of_quotes_in_the_synopsis|source:''CD-ROM'']]) | |||
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Latest revision as of 03:20, 26 November 2022
event type | discourse |
date & time | 22 Feb 1987, 19:00 |
location | Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune |
language | English |
audio | Available, duration 1h 50min. Quality: good. |
online audio | |
video | Available, duration 2h 2min. Quality: good, but a slight constant audio-noise. |
online video | |
see also |
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online text | find the PDF of this discourse |
shorttitle | SPIRIT25 |
- notes
- synopsis
- Reader of the questions: Sw Anand Vimal.
- Question 1 from Sarjano
- Beloved Osho,
- Would you say this is not love?
- For behind the tears of absence
- Is a serene memory
- As a constant presence in my center
- Always, always in the center
- Of my heart, of my feet,
- All the directions of the earth,
- The words and the silences,
- The embraces and the songs,
- But most of all
- In the center of my sorrowing smile
- Sometimes pained with rage.
- So would you say this is not love?
- Because I shout: "You bastards!"
- For I cannot accept in silence or with joy
- That they gag your mouth
- And they fetter your feet.
- Would you say this is not love?
- The divine rage that screams within me
- Singing its furious song
- For the thousands and thousands of hearts
- Who would have loved to meet you
- But are hindered by boundaries of fear,
- By bureaucracy, passports and masked manners.
- Would you say if I could ask you
- My eternal question
- That I do not love you?
- Because I feel to scream to them
- That I love you, I love you,
- And because I want them all to love you,
- To be free
- To love you and to meet you
- Under every tree,
- In every country,
- On every street around the earth,
- And because I wish for every wretch
- You could reach out your hand
- Or your infinite silence.
- I would be dead by now
- Forgotten of myself
- If I had not met you.
- And so I weep for all of those
- Who died in forgetfulness
- Of their own soul
- Without having met you.
- And again and again I scream:
- "You bastards!"
- Into the faces of those
- Who try to chain you close
- In order to keep you
- From the thirsty and the lost.
- So would you say this is not love?
- For the scream is louder still
- Than the silence.
- For the heart is turmoil and the rage
- Whets the intelligence
- Like a sword to cut the chains,
- To cut the heads of the parasites,
- And to open a door
- For intuition to enter.
- I cannot take this any more,
- The fear and the meanness of those who decide
- What is right and what is wrong.
- Nor the fear of those who are afraid
- Of the songs,
- Of the dance,
- Of the music that springs up
- When a living being
- Meets you.
- So, oh, my love, would you say
- This is not love?
- Question 2 from Anando
- Beloved Osho, I don't know how you do it! One minute I think I am in the deepest depths of sadness, the blackest fog of despair, a total blot on the landscape, a complete mistake on the part of existence. The next minute you come dancing in my direction, a huge laugh bubbles up inside of me, and I am utterly in love with the world again -- at least until my next premenstrual crisis. What amazes me is that I am still amazed every time you do something like this, even after ten years. Will I ever learn?
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