The Rebellious Spirit ~ 04

event type	discourse
date & time	12 Feb 1987, 8:00
location	Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune
language	English
audio	Available, duration 1h 6min. Quality: good.
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see also	timeline : Osho Timeline 1987 first edition : The Rebellious Spirit (1987.07) other editions, translations and links
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shorttitle	SPIRIT04

notes

synopsis: Reader of the questions: Sw Anand Vimal.

Question 1 from Sw Anand Govind

Beloved Osho, nearly eight years ago, during farewell darshan, I was called forward, and you asked me the question, "Anything to say to me?"

I nodded and felt something strong I wanted to say but I could not express a word. You said, "I have heard you."

Today I found out what I wanted to say: I love you.

I have heard myself.

Question 2 from Sw Devageet

Beloved Osho, you once talked about past lives becoming an everyday experience when we are in your mystery school. Here my days are so full and your dance is so infectious that I don't care anymore about anything except dancing with you until my whole body is on fire. Am I losing my marbles?

Question 3 from Sw Anand Maitreya

Beloved Osho, the more I try to understand you, the more you baffle me. Every day you are becoming more and more mysterious. What is this unending mystery?

Question 4 from Sw Anand Nivedano

Beloved Osho, you are all the rivers reaching to the ocean, where the sky seems to disappear into the earth -- that "there" which is here. At dawn I bathe in the warmth of your compassionate love and understanding, and when dust settles, one can see the vast firmament reflected in your eyes, where the distant echoes of unforgettable melodies can be heard in the silence of your songs.

You are truth, you are love, you are beauty. And yet all of this, for the one who finds it, is said to be but nothingness.

Beloved master, forgive me if, in the attempt to thank existence for all these blessings of your presence here, I fall short of something intelligent to say and sound like a poet without poetry.

I just don't know anymore. It is all so vast that this heart can only repeat on and on: thank you.

Buddham sharanam gachchhami,

Sangam sharanam gachchhami,

Dhammam sharanam gachchhami.

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