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Ошо

Послания любви. 365 писем Ошо

Слова, идущие из глубины и полноты сердца, —

отзвуки бесконечного,

как маленький цветок, выражающий бесконечную красоту.

Когда любовь вдыхает в слова жизнь,

находит выражение не то,

что сказано, а то, что хочет быть сказано.

В каждом из нас есть поэт, есть поэзия,

но оттого что мы живем на поверхности,

они никогда не рождаются.

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1962

1. Love.

I received your letter.

How lovingly you insist on my writing something,

and here am I, drowned in a deep silence!

I speak, I work,

but I am steeped in emptiness within.

There, there is no movement.

Thus I seem to be living two lives at one time.

What a drama!

But perhaps all of life is a drama

and becoming aware of this opens the door

to a unique freedom.

That which is

inaction in action

stillness in motion

eternity in change

– that is truth

and that is existence.

Real life lies in this eternity –

everything else is just the stream of dreams.

In truth the world is just a dream

and the question is not whether to leave these dreams or not,

one just has to be aware of them.

With this awareness, everything changes.

The center moves.

A shift takes place from body to soul.

And what is there.

It cannot be told.

It has never been told

and it never will be.

There is no other way but to know it for oneself.

Death is known only through dying

and truth is known only through diving deep within oneself.

May God drown you in this truth!

2. Love.

I am in bliss.

I have been meaning to write for a long time

but many engagements prevented me.

My blessings, however, I send every day.

Life is a sadhana;

the more you involve yourself in it

the more divine it becomes.

The light is hidden in the darkness,

truth is hidden,

and from this comes the joy of searching.

I remember the words of a rishi:

Truth is hidden under a golden lid.

The golden lid that hides truth is nothing but our mind.

The mind has smothered us;

we are in it,