The Hidden Splendor ~ 01
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|date & time
|12 Mar 1987 pm
|Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune
|Available, duration 2h 2min. Quality: good, but a constant noise.
Live music before and after the discourse.
|Available, duration 2h 0min. Quality: good.
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- Reader of the questions: Sw Anand Vimal.
- Question 1 from Deva Pratito
- Beloved Osho, a circle seems to be complete. I feel myself arriving at a place I had left in my childhood, living an innocent, poetic, ecstatic life. The whole universe was my family. Then -- first out of trust, then out of fear -- I allowed society to take over. Now all has peeled off. I have walked through the pain, the fear is gone, the ambition is gone. Knowing about this whole journey with open eyes I am sitting under the sky, drinking the sweet splendor; day and night. Osho, there seems to be no darkness, no end, sometimes not even me.
- Question 2 from Sarjano
- Beloved Osho, again, you invite us to kill the Buddha when we meet him on the path. You said that the master is the last attachment and you want me to drop this too, in order to be totally free. Oh my beloved, the problem is not that I love you too much: I can kill you out of love, with no pain at all. But the real problem is, that I like you too much! I like your eyes, I like your hands, I like your beard, I like your face, your profile. And I like the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you laugh. I like everything about you, Osho -- except for your watches, of course. For all my life I've been in search of beauty: I have photographed the most beautiful women and the most beautiful men in the world, but never, never have I come across a being who contains both: The fragile beauty of a woman and the austere grace of a man. How could I possibly kill you, if I like you more than any sunset, any temple, any painting, any poem, any woman, any river, any sculpture; more than anything I have ever seen? And you must know my hidden secret too: For I keep coming back in the body to please my eyes only. How in heaven could I deprive my eyes of the vision of you, of the ultimate grace of form, in this unaesthetic world?
- Question 3 from Sw Anand Michael
- Beloved Osho, can you say something about the difference in the quality of silence between melting with you, melting with my beloved and melting alone?
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