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:Question 1 from [[Ma Deva Richa]] | |||
::Beloved Osho, some time ago, while asleep in the night, I dreamed I was at a lecture. In the morning I could not remember anything you'd said except the phrase "Poetry is surrender." Since then I have been wondering what poetry has to do with surrender, and vice versa, and how poetry can be a path like love, prayer and meditation. | |||
:Question 2 from Ronald Salomonson | |||
::Beloved Osho, utter confusion is my part. Good and bad have ceased to exist. I am neither proud nor ashamed and yet I am both. Whatever I have achieved seems lost in a fog, resolved together with my failures. Like smoke I feel, but through the smoke a tremendous sadness arises like a sharp rock with a velvet covering. Osho, I can't perceive the end of it -- or is there no end? Is it ecstasy carrying the weight of impurity? Please, Osho, give me sannyas. | |||
:([[Glossary#source_of_quotes_in_the_synopsis|source:''CD-ROM'']]) | |||
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prevevent = Won't You Join the Dance ~ 13 | | prevevent = Won't You Join the Dance ~ 13 | | ||
nextevent = Won't You Join the Dance ~ 14 | | nextevent = Won't You Join the Dance ~ 14 | |
Revision as of 15:59, 23 February 2019
event type | discourse |
date & time | 14 Feb 1979 am |
location | Buddha Hall, Pune |
language | English |
audio | Available, duration 1h 41min. Quality: good. |
online audio | |
video | Not available |
online video | |
see also |
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online text | find the PDF of this discourse |
shorttitle | WISD104 |
- notes
- synopsis
- Reader of the questions: n/a; questions are being read by Osho himself.
- Question 1 from Ma Deva Richa
- Beloved Osho, some time ago, while asleep in the night, I dreamed I was at a lecture. In the morning I could not remember anything you'd said except the phrase "Poetry is surrender." Since then I have been wondering what poetry has to do with surrender, and vice versa, and how poetry can be a path like love, prayer and meditation.
- Question 2 from Ronald Salomonson
- Beloved Osho, utter confusion is my part. Good and bad have ceased to exist. I am neither proud nor ashamed and yet I am both. Whatever I have achieved seems lost in a fog, resolved together with my failures. Like smoke I feel, but through the smoke a tremendous sadness arises like a sharp rock with a velvet covering. Osho, I can't perceive the end of it -- or is there no end? Is it ecstasy carrying the weight of impurity? Please, Osho, give me sannyas.
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