奧修演講文章

43
Love.
You have asked me about sense of humour.
We can talk about it in detail when we meet
but first of all:
the sense of humour should be directed towards
oneself --
it is a very great thing to laugh at oneself and he
who can laugh at himself
gradually becomes full of concern and compassion
for others.
In the entire world
no event, no subject, invites laughter
like oneself.

About the truth of dreams as well
we shall have to talk in detail.
Some dreams are definitely true.
As the mind quietens down
glimpses of truth begin to appear in dreams.
Dreams are of four kinds
-- those concerned with past lives,
-- those concerned with the future,
-- those concerned with the present,
-- and those concerned with repressed desires.
Contemporary psychology knows something about the
fourth type only.

I am glad to know that your mind moves towards
being at peace.
Mind is what we want it to be,
peace and restlessness are both our own creations.
Man binds himself with his own chains
and so he is always at liberty to become free of
the mind.

44
Love.
What gift is greater than love?
And still you ask -- What have I given?
Oh, mad one!
When love is given
there is nothing left to give,
not even the giver,
for to give love is to give oneself.
You have given yourself,
now where are you?
Having lost yourself,
now you are bound to find
the one you have been longing to meet.
Now she has been born,
and I am a witness to it,
I have watched it happen.
I can hear the music that you are going to be.
The other day,
when your heart was close to me.
I heard it.
Intellect knows of the present
but for the heart the future is also the present.

45
Love.
I received your letter.
The time of my birth will have to be looked up.
I think the day was the eleventh of December, but
even this is not certain.
But tell your astrologer friend not to worry; the
future will simply come, there's no point in worrying
about it.
Whatever happens -- ultimately it is all the same.
Dust returns unto dust
and life disappears like a line drawn on water.

My regards to everyone.

46
Love.
It is a long time since I received your letter,
you must be tired of waiting for a reply.
Still, patient waiting has its own joy.
On the path to God,
timeless waiting is the true sadhana.
Waiting and waiting and waiting.
And then,
just as a bud blooms,
everything happens by itself.

You are coming to Nargol, aren't you?
My regards to all.

47
Love.
I was glad to receive your letter.
Truth is unknown,
and to know it one has to die to the known.
Once the banks of the known are left behind
one enters the ocean of the unknown.
Be brave and take the jump!
Into emptiness, the great emptiness!
Because that's where God lives.

Love to all,
or to the only one!
For only THE ONE is.
He alone is.
He is in all.
He is in all and in the emptiness also.

48
Love.
I have your letter and your question.
Wherever I is there is a barrier;
In fact, the i-attitude is the one and only
barrier,
so sleeping, waking, sitting, walking --
always be aware of it;
see it,
recognize it
and remember it
wherever and whenever it comes,
for recognition spells its death.
It is not the truth
but just a dream,
and as soon as one becomes aware of dreaming
the dream vanishes.
Dreams cannot be renounced --
how can you give up that which is not?
To be aware of it is enough.
Ego is man's dream, his sleep,
so those who try to renounce it
fall into yet another illusion.
Their humility, their egolessness
are simply more dreams --
like dreaming you are waking whilst still dreaming.
Don't fall into this trap.
Just keep in mind one thing:
Wake up and see!

Regards to everyone there.

49
Love.
I am so happy to have got your letter.
Can even a ray of love ever come
without the fragrance of joy?
And what is joy but the fragrance of love
Yet the world is full of mad people
seeking happiness their whole lives --
but with their backs turned towards love!
The doors to God only open
when love turns into the prayer of our total being.
But perhaps HIS doors are already open,
yet eyes dosed to love
will, even so, never be able to see them.

And what is this you write? Momentary contact?
No! No! How can love's contact be so?
Love turns even a moment into eternity.
Where there is love
there is nothing momentary,
where there is love
there is eternity.
Is a drop just a drop?
No! No! It is the ocean!
The drop seen through eyes of love becomes the
ocean!