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EACH MOLECULE PREACHES PERFECT LAW,
EACH MOMENT CHANTS TRUE SUTRA:
THE MOST FLEETING THOUGHT IS TIMELESS.
A SINGLE HAIR IS ENOUGH TO STIR THE SEA.
And Gotsuan wrote:
WITH NO-MIND I HAVE ENJOYED MY STAY,
WITH MIND I RETURN TO SO, MY HOMELAND.
WHETHER IN MIND OR NOT,
I AM CONTENT EN ROUTE TO HEAVEN.
These people are talking about things which cannot be said, but out of compassion they are trying
to make all kinds of effort to indicate to you your very being, which is your freedom; otherwise,
everybody is a prisoner.
When I was imprisoned in America, the sheriff of the jail fell in love with me. He said to me, Do you
feel humiliated, because your hands are cuffed, your feet have chains, your waist has chains, do you
feel humiliated?
I said, Everybody is a prisoner, just these handcuffs and these chains don t make any difference.
You are also a prisoner but your chains are invisible.
He was a little puzzled, an old man, but very intelligent. He said, I don t understand.
I said, You will have to meditate to see the point that your body is your prison, your mind is nothing
but your chains. And I am not humiliated; these handcuffs and these chains that you have put on me
simply expose everyone else s reality. As far as I am concerned, I am free. No chain, no handcuffs,
no prison cell can hold me. I can move out, open my wings and be in the eternal it does not
matter.
He was very respectful. He used to come to see me about six times a day and he asked me,
What are you doing all the time? I am the sheriff of seven hundred prisoners here, but you are the
strangest, you simply go on sitting.
I said, It is such a rare opportunity not to move, not to do anything, not to have to remember if it is
seven o clock when I go to my people. I have never been so free.
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He said, You are strange, but the whole staff has fallen in love with you.
The moment I left that jail he said, I know you have to go from here, but deep down none of my staff
nor the prisoners want you to leave. Why can t you stay here? In three days the whole climate of my
jail has changed.
I said, I would love to be here, but my people are waiting. Next time, when I decide to have another
taste, I will come directly to North Carolina in America.
He said, You are always welcome, whether you are arrested or not, whether any court wants you to
be in the jail or not. As far as I m concerned, my doors are open.
There is only one freedom, the freedom to be; there is only one life, that which is hidden within you.
The moment you touch it, you have moved beyond words, you have heard the celestial song and a
dance that continues from eternity to eternity.
Question 1
Maneesha has asked:
BELOVED OSHO,
IT FEELS TO ME AS IF THIS DISCOURSE SERIES HAS BEEN MORE LIKE A CLASS IN
SCULPTING OR PAINTING, BECAUSE YOU HAVE INVITED US TO HELP CREATE EACH
EVENING TO WEAVE THE SILK OF SILENCE, TO DANCE WITH DEATH AND AWAKE AGAIN,
EACH OF US, A MASTER-PIECE.
Maneesha, your question is not a question, but only a statement of the truth.
Before we enter this moment, I think a cup of coffee would not be... Sardarji sounds very happy. This
time he is sitting nearby. Basically he belongs where the bamboos are, just a turbanned bamboo.
Ronald Reagan takes Margaret Thatcher and Pope the Polack out to lunch. They go to President
Reagan s favorite family restaurant, the Buns and Breasts Chicken House.
After drinking a little too much wine with lunch, the slightly tipsy trio orders coffee. As it is being
served, Ronald Reagan leans over to Margaret Thatcher s ear. With a devilish grin he slurs, In
America we say Pass the honey, honey.
The prime minister smiles and bats her eyelashes. Then stroking Pope the Polack s fingers
sensuously, she slurs, In England we say Pass the sugar, sugar. Then she says, What do you
say where you come from, Pope-sy wope-sy?
Pope the Polack smiles and, straightening his collar, gives Margaret his best Valentino eyes. Then
in a low voice he says, Pass the tea... bag.
The phone rings at the Camp David motorpool and Private Leroy Jackson answers it.
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Where is that limousine that was ordered half an hour ago? screams a voice at the other end.
Why is it taking so long?
Oh, you mean the limo for old Colonel Fat-Ass! replies Leroy.
What did you say? cries the other voice.
Er... who is this calling? says Leroy, sheepishly.
You don t know? This is Colonel Hawkbutt! And who are you? demands the Colonel.
You don t know? says Leroy. Well then bye, bye, Fat-Ass!
The Bishop of Mississippi and his wife are owners of a magnificent parrot. But the parrot is a great
embarrassment to the bishop because of its very unreligious language. However, his wife is devoted
to the bird and will not get rid of it because of its great intelligence.
One day they are playing host to a new black preacher visiting from Chicago. The local people are
not happy about having a black man preach in their church, but the bishop is doing everything he
can to be polite.
After the services, the bishop and his wife are having coffee and a snack with the preacher in their
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