Zarathustra The Laughing Prophet ~ 04

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event type discourse
date & time 9 Apr 1987 pm
location Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune
language English
audio Available, duration 2h 20min. Quality: good.
Live music after the discourse.
online audio
video Available, duration 2h 31min. Quality: good, but a slight constant audio-noise. Video of Osho leaving is not good. Incomplete: missing at the end Osho getting up out of his chair (under revision).
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online text find the PDF of this discourse
shorttitle ZARA204
notes
synopsis
Reader of the sutra: Ma Prem Maneesha. During leaving (video from 2:20:50) Osho is leading a Stop! Meditation.
The sutra
Of poets
'Since I have known the body better,' said Zarathustra to one of his disciples, 'the spirit has been only figuratively spirit to me; and all that is "intransitory" -- that too has been only an "image"'.
'I heard you say that once before,' answered the disciple, 'and then you added: "but the poets lie too much." Why did you say that the poets lie too much?'
'Why?' said Zarathustra. 'You ask why? I am not one of those who may be questioned about their why.
Do my experiences date from yesterday? It is a long time since I experienced the reasons for my opinions.
Should I not have to be a barrel of memory, if I wanted to carry my reasons, too, about with me?
It is already too much for me to retain even my opinions; and many a bird has flown away....
Yet what did Zarathustra once say to you? That the poets lie too much? -- but Zarathustra too is a poet.
Do you now believe that he spoke the truth? Why do you believe it?'
The disciple answered: 'I believe in Zarathustra.' But Zarathustra shook his head and smiled.
Belief does not make me blessed (he said), least of all belief in myself.
But granted that someone has said in all seriousness that the poets lie too much: he is right -- we do lie too much.
We know too little and are bad learners: so we have to lie....
And we believe in the people and its 'wisdom' as if there were a special secret entrance to knowledge which is blocked to him who has learned anything....
Alas, there are so many things between heaven and earth of which only the poets have let themselves dream!
And especially above heaven: for all gods are poets' images, poets' surreptitiousness!
Truly it draws us ever upward -- that is, to cloudland: we set our motley puppets on the clouds and then call them gods and supermen....
Alas, how weary I am of the unattainable that is supposed to be reality. Alas, how weary I am of the poets!...
This speech makes Zarathustra's disciples angry and they are silent -- silent too is Zarathustra, until at length he sighs and says:
I am of today and of the has-been... but there is something in me that is of tomorrow and of the day-after-tomorrow and of the shall-be.
I have grown weary of the poets, the old and the new: they all seem to me superficial and shallow seas.
They have not thought deeply enough: therefore their feeling -- has not plumbed the depths....
The poet's spirit wants spectators, even if they are only buffaloes!
But I have grown weary of this spirit: and I see the day coming when it will grow weary of itself.
Already I have seen the poets transformed: I have seen them direct their glance upon themselves.
I have seen penitents of the spirit appearing: they grew out of the poets.
... Thus spake Zarathustra.


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