The Sacred Yes

"The moment you say yes you open up.

The very climate of Yes and your flower starts blooming, as if it has been waiting for it, and waiting for long, many for many lives. Yes is spring to the flower of the soul." (Osho)

notes

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time period of Osho's original talks/writings

Nov 1, 1978 to Nov 30, 1978 : timeline

number of discourses/chapters

30

editions

The Sacred Yes Initiation Talks between Master and Disciple Year of publication : 1983 Publisher : Rajneesh Foundation International ISBN 0-88050-624-5 (click ISBN to buy online) Number of pages : 415 Hardcover / Paperback / Ebook : P Edition notes : First edition September 1983, 10,000 copies. Copyright: © Rajneesh Foundation International. Size : 178 x 108 x 24 mm Author as Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh Published by: Ma Anand Sheela M.M., D.Phil., D.Litt., Acharya Editor: Ma Prem Maneesha Design: Sw Prem Deekshant Direction: Ma Yoga Pratima M.M., D.Phil., Arihanta Introduction: Sw Premgeet We gratefully acknowledge the use of the poem "i thank You God..." copyright 1947 by e.e.cummings, renewed 1975 by Nancy T.Andrews, reprinted from COMPLETE POEMS 1913-1962 by e.e.cummings by permission of Harcourt, Brace & Jovanovich, Inc. and of Granada Publishing Ltd. U.K. Printed in U.S.A. Library of Congress Catalog Number 83-17665 Page VII: i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky: and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings...) (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) e.e.cummings Page VIII: 'But tell me brothers, what can the child do that even the lion cannot? ... a new beginning, a sport, a self-propelling wheel, a first motion, sacred YES. Yes, a sacred YES is needed, my brothers, for the sport of creation: the spirit now wills its own will, the spirit sundered from the world now wins its own world.' F.; Nietzsche