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Music arises from a deep experience of meditation; it is a dimension of meditation. Through meditation, you can be touched by music, but conversely, when you are completely immersed in music, your heart will be touched not only by the music but also by meditation.

Music is sound. Meditation is silence. The highest music begins where sound does not destroy the silent moments between sounds. As the musician becomes more and more skilled, they can manage to create sound even in the pauses between sounds; they can give you an experience of silence.
Silence touches your heart.
Osho

A man is dead if there is no challenge in his life. It is the challenge that confirms you are alive—mere breathing and heartbeat do not prove that you are alive; they only say that the body is alive. But whether you are alive or not, that is another question.

You are alive when distant stars invite you on a journey. An unexplored reality, a truth you have never heard of, an untested beauty... When these become your real world, your life fills with joy, dance, and song.

Everything you know is a small life. And in this small life, you know two things: the misery and pain of life, and the ways and methods to forget this misery and pain. This is what you call your entertainment, your pleasure—going to the cinema, going to the circus. This is your way of forgetting your life. Here, you can spend two or three hours in another world.

It is difficult for you to imagine an enlightened person...

When you think about enlightenment, the problem is that you do not understand that an enlightened person is no longer an ego. You may insult him, but you cannot touch him; you may attack him, condemn him, but there will be no change in his behavior.

You could even kill him, and yet he would remain the same.

It is hard for you to understand how an enlightened person can avoid going to the cinema, the circus, or doing other foolish things.

But so few enlightened ones existed that little is known about them, and what is known is such that until you experience it, you cannot understand it.

For an enlightened person, everything happening around him is a circus. He does not need to buy a ticket—his problem is leaving the circus! He does not want to go into the cinema; he wants to leave it.

More and more people are going mad; more and more people need psychotherapy. More and more people are literally on the edge of a cliff for the simple reason that this is exactly where the ego leads you: you lose your mind, you become insane. When you surrender to Existence, the end result

is that you find yourself in sound mind. In fact, for the first time, you learn what it means to be sane, what wholeness is, what health is. Your wounds are healed. This is a mystery. This is a good beginning. Do not step back. Continue moving into the mysterious. It is the mysterious that will melt you, absorb you like a river flowing into the ocean. It is the mysterious that transforms you and makes your darkness luminous. It is the mysterious that opens your thousand-petaled lotus of awareness. Let it happen. People are very afraid of the mysterious, because the mysterious means the unfathomable—not just the unknowable, but the unfathomable. People fear even the unknowable, let alone the unfathomable.

A religious person must be courageous; religion is only for a few brave souls. Religion is not for cowards. Religion is not a mass phenomenon; it is not for the crowd. The masses can only be Christians, Hindus, Muslims; the masses in no way can be religious. Only very brave people—such as Christ, Zarathustra, Lao Tzu, Buddha—only very brave people can be religious. This is not for cowards. Cowards create a pseudo-religion for themselves, a toy religion; they continue to play it. Every Sunday they go to church and think that this is enough—a "Sunday" religion! The church is nothing more than a club. Some go to the Rotary Club, some go to the Lions Club, and some go to church. The difference is small—it is a social event. It is something formal. This is good: it acts as a lubricant, making you more adaptable to the crowd. The crowd likes that you belong to it; you like that you belong to the crowd. Church is merely a meeting place where you say sweet trifles—beautiful

words intended only for church. They do not change your life, they do not transform you; in essence, they hinder transformation. Meeting the mysterious is the beginning of religion, the beginning of God.
Osho

Buddha was considered mad — of course, it is so obvious: he was supposed to become a king, but he abandoned everything and fled into the jungle to meditate. He left the borders of his father's kingdom, knowing that his father would start searching for him and sooner or later he would be caught; therefore, he fled as quickly as possible to a neighboring kingdom. But he was mistaken in thinking that he would not be caught there. The king of the neighboring kingdom was a friend of his father. Buddha's father informed that king:

— My son, my only son has fled, and perhaps he is hiding somewhere in your kingdom, because I searched in my own kingdom — he is nowhere to be found. Therefore, please look... The friend began to search for him and found him. And this king came to Buddha and said:

— Everything is fine: if you are unhappy with your father, then forget about him. My kingdom is larger than your father's, and I have no son, only a daughter. Therefore, marry my daughter and this kingdom — is yours! Forget everything! And, of course, your father's kingdom will eventually be yours too, so you will own both kingdoms. Your father is old; he is 70 years old. He is ill; he could die at any moment. What a wonderful offer! But Buddha laughed. He said: — Then I will have to flee from your kingdom as well! I thought

that I was safe here. It is not about some quarrel. I did not quarrel with my father; we are not enemies. I simply realized that the life I am living is meaningless. I am seeking a way to live a deeper life. I want to live, but to live authentically, sincerely. I do not want to live as a hypocrite. And until I find the truth, I will not return. Yes, when I find the truth, I will return home. I will come, and if my father is still alive, I will share my joy with him. I respect and love him, but he lives in suffering, and I do not want to repeat the same story. I know that my wife will suffer, my child will suffer, but they suffer anyway. They suffered with me; they will suffer without me. There is a possibility that I can find the truth. Then I will be able to go and share it with my wife, with

my son. And after 12 years he returned. Of course, his wife was angry, very angry; she was in a rage. She began to scream. Anger accumulated over 12 years... She cannot be condemned — and Buddha did not condemn her. He stood in silence, allowing her to pour out everything that had built up inside her. She cried, screamed, and sobbed... Finally, Buddha said:

— Please, look at me. I am not the man who left. I am a new being! Just wipe your tears and look at me. I have come to share this. Forgive me. When you realize what I have brought you, you will not blame me; you will be happy that I did it. The wife looked at him, and of course, he was a completely different person — so radiant, so beautiful, so blissful. His fragrance could not go unnoticed. Something divine surrounded him, some mysterious aura. She bowed to him. And she brought their son, who was 12 years old at that moment, and said to him:

— Ask your father to give you your inheritance. And Buddha immediately first initiated the son, a boy

of 12 years named Rahula — he initiated him into sannyasa. He gave him his alms bowl and said:

— Now you are a sannyasin, and I will teach you meditation. Then he initiated his wife, then his father —

when their anger was exhausted, cast out, they all felt that they wanted this. And Buddha did not react to this anger at all. He simply stood there like a midwife, helping them through the labor pains. And then he shared with them his joy.

With Buddha himself, sannyasa happened as a result of understanding the complete foolishness of the life we live. A passionate desire arose in him, a strong longing: "This is not what life should be; something is missing." The fact that something is missing can only be felt by the heart, as the heart is a more sensitive part than the mind. The mind is always somewhat dull; even the best mind is dull. First the heart

feels something, but there is no reason for it.
Osho