“Sufis are past masters in parables. Sufis know how to say in parables things which cannot be said. They have created the best parables in the world...
“A parable is a way of saying things in an indirect way. Truth cannot be asserted directly. That is too violent, too aggressive, too male. Truth can only be said in a very indirect way. It can be hinted at, indicated. You cannot be convinced of the truth: you can only be persuaded. And the master is one who is not going to convince you of the truth but who is going to seduce you into truth,”
“How can you see the master if you are not vulnerable to him? How can you see the master if you don’t know even what it is to be a disciple? The beginning of the finding of a master starts by being a disciple. The real seeker does not worry about the master, where he is.
His whole concern is how to create the disciple in himself, how to be a learner, open to reality; how to function from innocence, and how not to function from the state of knowledge.”
Every few thousand years an individual appears who irrevocably changes the world around them in ways that are never immediately apparent, except to the most perceptive. Osho is one such individual: his spoken words will resonate for centuries to come.
All those words have been recorded and transcribed into books like this one, written words that can carry a transforming message to the reader. For Osho, all change is individual. There is no “society” to change — it can only happen to each one of us, one at a time.
So, no matter what the subject matter of the book, the thread that runs through all Osho’s words is like a love song that we can suddenly, mysteriously, hear at just the right moment. And strangely, no matter what the words seem to be referring to, they are really only referring to us.
And this is no ordinary love song, more an invitation to open our hearts to hear something beyond the words, beyond the heart...a silence beyond all understanding. ‘Where we all belong.
The way of the Sufi is the way of the drunkard, the dancer, who becomes almost intoxicated in his dancing, who is transported through his dance. He is inebriated; his dance is psychedelic.
It is said that Mohammed once said to Au, “You are of me, and I am of you.” ‘When he heard this, Mi became ecstatic and involuntarily started dancing. What else can you do, when a man like Mohammed says to you, “You are of me, and I am of you”? How to receive this? Ali did well. And remember, it is not anything that he did. It was involuntary.
He started dancing; out of ecstasy the dance started flowing. Another time, Mohammed said to Jafar, “You are like me in both looks and character.” Here again, in wajd, Jafar started dancing. What else to do? When Mohammed must have looked into the eyes of Jafar, wajd, samadhi, was created, the transfer beyond the scriptures happened. How to receive this? How not to dance? It would have been impossible not to dance. Jafar danced.
It is said: “The enrapturing of the Sufi by the divine, or rather the pull of the divine, keeps the Sufi continually in spiritual, inner dance and movement It is not that the Sufi dances — godliness keeps dancing in him. What can he do?
‘Whenever a wave of such divine rapture strikes the heart of the Sufi, it creates great waves in the lake of his inner being... He is just a receptacle. To say that the Sufi is dancing is not right. The Sufi is being danced. He cannot help it, he is helpless. Something is pouring into him and it is too much; it starts overflowing in his dancing and singing.
This, in turn, causes his body to move. Upon seeing such movement non-Sufis have often supposed that the Sufi is dancing. In reality, however, it is the waves of the ocean of God that are tossing and turning the anchorless vessel that is the heart of the Sufi. On the surface, from the outside, the Sufi seems to be dancing. But he is not dancing, because there is no dancer. It is pure dance. Existence has taken possession of him. The Sufi is drunk, intoxicated. His state is that of non-being. He is anchorless. The waves of the ocean toss and turn. First his inner being is stirred, great joy arises there; and then it starts spreading towards his body.
That’s what you are doing; that’s what is happening. You are participating in something immensely beautiful in Sufi dancing. Remember it: forget the dancer and be the dance. The way of the Sufi is the way of dance, song, celebration.
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