Zarathustra The Laughing Prophet ~ 22
event type | discourse |
date & time | 18 Apr 1987 pm |
location | Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune |
language | English |
audio | Available, duration 1h 28min. Quality: good. Live music after the discourse. |
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video | Available, duration 1h 37min. Quality: good. |
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online text | find the PDF of this discourse |
shorttitle | ZARA222 |
- notes
- synopsis
- Reader of the sutra: Ma Prem Maneesha. During leaving (video from 1:29:38) Osho is leading a Stop! Meditation.
- The sutra
- The greeting
- One of the so-called higher men, the king, addresses Zarathustra:
- Just to see this would we climb higher mountains than this mountain. For we have come as sightseers, we wanted to see what makes sad eyes bright....
- Nothing more gladdening grows on earth, o Zarathustra, than an exalted, robust will: it is the earth's fairest growth. A whole landscape is refreshed by one such tree.
- To the pine-tree, o Zarathustra, do I compare him who grows up like you: tall, silent, hard, alone, of the finest, supplest wood, magnificent -- at last, however, reaching out with strong, green branches for its domain, asking bold questions of the winds and storms and whatever is at home in the heights.
- Replying more boldly, a commander, a victor: oh who would not climb high mountains to behold such trees?...
- O Zarathustra; at your glance even the restless man grows secure and heals his heart....
- A great longing has arisen, and many have learned to ask: Who is Zarathustra?
- And he into whose ear you have ever poured your song and your honey: all the hidden men, the hermits and hermit-couples, say all at once to their hearts:
- 'Does Zarathustra still live? There is no longer any point in living, it is all one, everything is in vain: except we live with Zarathustra!'...
- Now the waves rise and rise around your mountain, o Zarathustra. And however high your height may be, many must reach up to you: your boat shall not sit in the dry for much longer.
- And that we despairing men have now come into your cave and are already no longer despairing: that is only a sign and an omen that better men are on their way to you; for this itself is on its way to you, the last remnant of God among men, that is: all men possessed by great longing, great disgust, great satiety.
- All who do not want to live except they learn to hope again -- except they learn from you, o Zarathustra, the great hope!...
- Truly, you may all be higher men (Zarathustra responded): but for me -- you are not high and strong enough.
- For me, that is to say: for the inexorable that is silent within me but will not always be silent. And if you belong to me, it is not as my right arm.
- For he who himself stands on sick and tender legs, as you do, wants above all, whether he knows it or conceals it from himself: to be spared.
- My arms and legs, however, I do not spare, I do not spare my warriors: how, then, could you be fit for my warfare?...
- I need pure, smooth mirrors for my teaching; upon your surface even my own reflection is distorted....
- You are only bridges: may higher men than you step across upon you! You are steps: so do not be angry with him who climbs over you into his height!
- From your seed there may one day grow for me a genuine son and perfect heir: but that is far ahead. You yourselves are not those to whom my heritage and name belong....
- No! No! Thrice no! It is for others that I wait here in these mountains and I will not lift my foot from here without them.
- For higher, stronger, more victorious, more joyful men, such as are square-built in body and soul: laughing lions must come!
- O my guests, you strange men, have you yet heard nothing of my children? And that they are on their way to me?
- Speak to me of my gardens, of my blissful islands, of my beautiful new race, why do you not speak of them?
- This guest-gift do I beg of your love, that you speak to me of my children. In them I am rich, for them I became poor: what have I not given, what would I not give, to possess one thing: these children, this living garden, these trees of life of my will and of my highest hope!
- ... Thus spake Zarathustra.
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