AMI JHARAT BIGSAT KANWAL Osho Hindi Discourse Podcast Part-11

DATES AND PLACES : JAN 21-30 1979

Eleventh Discourse from the series of 14 discourses – AMI JHARAT BIGSAT KANWAL by Osho. These osho hindi discourses podcast were given during MAR 11 -24 1979.

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My Lord is eternal, without beginning or end. Invisible and unfathomable, all illusions stem from Him. Like a gardener nurturing the root, effortlessly enjoying the branches, fruits, and flowers. When the king calls home, the entire army arrives with ease. Anyone who tries to shine light on Him, will find the stars vanish effortlessly at dawn. Bringing an eagle’s feather into the house, no snake can remain. Remembering the one Lord, all tasks are accomplished.

My beginning and end are in my Lord. Without Him, everything else is futile. What can I say about your ancient scriptures, which have deluded the entire world? What can I say about your teachings, which have made me forget my understanding? What can I say about your glory and greatness, when without the Lord, all is suffering? What can I say about your rituals and disciplines, which without the Lord, are but diseases of bondage? What can I say about the pleasures of the senses, when without the Lord, even the gods are in distress? The devotee says, only with the Lord is there happiness, without Him, there is only suffering.

Today, in the temple of my heart, play your enchanting game. Fill the longing with the sweet pain of your love. Here stands the hope of seeing you, shy in the corner, The yearning for your touch is dancing, intoxicating. Why do you hesitate to meet today, why the stubbornness? With the majestic gait of an elephant, place your feet in the temple of my heart.

I am very small, a mere atom, limited and constrained. Helpless, bound by qualities, motionless, astonished, and conquered. Yet, I carry the eternal pain of the entire creation. Play the revealing game full of delightful mysteries.

Why complain that this courtyard is too small, When your gentle footsteps will expand it to the vastness of the sky? Today, the boundary has invited the limitless, Fall into it, O Lord of Love, and remove the play of limitations.

There is but one prayer, one invitation, one desire of the devotee— Let your ocean come into my tiny heart, a drop that can contain the sea. The drop only seems small from the outside; inside, it holds the same vastness as the sky. If there’s any delay, it’s only in the heartfelt invitation. The obstacle is merely that you haven’t been called.

The Divine is eager to come at every moment. But how can He come uninvited? And if He comes uninvited, you won’t recognize Him. You’ll turn Him away. Call Him with all your being. Let every fiber become a prayer, every heartbeat a thirst. Ignite within. There will be only one desire left—to attain Him. At that moment, a revolution happens. At that moment, He arrives. He was already there; you just weren’t present. He stood before you, but you had closed your eyes. The Divine is not far; you are avoiding Him. The Divine is not far; you always turn your back on Him.

And there’s a reason. Your avoidance is not without cause. The drop fears that if the ocean descends, what will become of it? It will be gone! If the ocean comes, the drop will cease to exist. That fear—that I might be annihilated! That I might end! That my definition might reach its conclusion! That my existence might be in jeopardy! That’s why you don’t call out with all your heart. Even your prayers are hollow, false, formal. Can prayer be merely a formality? Can love be just a treatment? Your formality has become your title, your illness. When will you call out naturally? When will you call out wholly? And you don’t need to call out repeatedly. One call is enough. But you must be fully involved in that call. If even a tiny part of you remains outside the call, it won’t work.

Water boils and turns to steam at a hundred degrees; not at ninety-nine. If even one degree is missing, the water won’t turn to steam. If even a small part of you is filled with doubt, shrinks back, eager to save itself, isolated, And doesn’t join in your prayer, you won’t be transformed. And without being transformed, a devotee cannot experience the Divine. The devotee must disappear. Not even a trace should remain. Not even a line should be left. As soon as the devotee vanishes so completely that nothing remains to say ‘mine’ or ‘I’— At that very moment, a great revolution occurs! The prayer is fulfilled, the Divine descends.

Call Him, so He may come and play in the courtyard of your heart. Say that the courtyard is small; but with your arrival, it will grow large. Just place your foot, and the courtyard will become the sky. If the ocean comes, the drop will be capable of containing it. In truth, whether the ocean absorbs the drop or the drop absorbs the ocean, it’s the same thing said in two ways.

In that ultimate state—sought after for lifetimes—neither the devotee nor the divine remains. What remains? The essence of divinity. From one side, the divine disappears, from the other, the devotee. When the devotee is lost, how can the divine remain? The divine was just a concept of the devotee—‘I am the devotee, so you are the divine.’ The devotee gone, the divine also goes. Then what remains, what shall we call it?

I call it the essence of divinity. The whole world becomes vibrant with consciousness. Every fiber becomes divine. Every particle starts calling out to that supreme being. Every leaf bears His signature. Whether you rise or sit, walk or rest, everything is in Him. To rise in Him, to sit in Him, to walk in Him, to sleep in Him, to live in Him, to die in Him. Then the fragrance of life is different. The fish, which was floundering on the shore, has found its ocean. Now the taste of life is different, the joy is different.

And until such a festival arrives in your life, do not stop. There are many stops, and each stop is beautiful. But understand, a stop is just a stop. Rest for the night, take a break. Remember, you have to get up in the morning and move on. The call is from afar, the call is infinite. Let nothing entangle you, let nothing stop you. Such a state of mind is called renunciation. In the search for the ultimate, let nothing become an obstacle. Such an unconditional state of surrender is called renunciation.

The threads of the river are dear. My Lord is eternal, without beginning or end. The prayer has been fulfilled. The prayer has borne fruit. Flowers have bloomed in the prayer. Spring has arrived. The fragrance of the prayer’s flowers has begun to spread.

My Lord is eternal, without beginning or end. He is my master, my lord, both. He is the beginning, and He is the end. He is the seed, and He is the tree. He is birth, and He is death. In my beloved Lord, all dualities have merged, all oppositions have dropped their opposition.

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