Geeta Darshan #3

Sutra (Original)

रजो रागात्मकं विद्धि तृष्णासङ्‌गसमुद्भवम्‌।
तन्निबध्नाति कौन्तेय कर्मसङ्‌गेन देहिनम्‌।। 7।।
तमस्त्वज्ञानजं विद्धि मोहनं सर्वदेहिनाम्‌।
प्रमादालस्यनिद्राभिस्तन्निबध्नाति भारत।। 8।।
सत्त्वं सुखे संजयति रजः कर्मणि भारत।
ज्ञानमावृत्य तु तमः प्रमादे संजयत्युत।। 9।।
Transliteration:
rajo rāgātmakaṃ viddhi tṛṣṇāsaṅ‌gasamudbhavam‌|
tannibadhnāti kaunteya karmasaṅ‌gena dehinam‌|| 7||
tamastvajñānajaṃ viddhi mohanaṃ sarvadehinām‌|
pramādālasyanidrābhistannibadhnāti bhārata|| 8||
sattvaṃ sukhe saṃjayati rajaḥ karmaṇi bhārata|
jñānamāvṛtya tu tamaḥ pramāde saṃjayatyuta|| 9||

Translation (Meaning)

Know rajas as passion-formed, born of craving and clinging.
It binds, O son of Kunti, the embodied one through attachment to action।। 7।।

But know tamas as born of ignorance, bewildering all embodied beings.
By heedlessness, sloth, and sleep, it binds, O Bharata।। 8।।

Sattva binds to happiness; rajas, O Bharata, to action.
Veiling knowledge, tamas binds indeed to heedlessness।। 9।।

Osho's Commentary

Now, let us take the sutra:
O Arjuna, know the rajas, in the form of passion, to be born of desire and attachment. It binds this embodied soul through attachment to actions and to their fruits.

These three gunas are binding elements. In Sanskrit, the word guna also means “rope,” that by which one is bound. They are called gunas also because they bind. That is why we call the Supreme “nirguna.”

Nirguna does not mean “without any qualities.” Nirguna means “unbound”—there is no bondage upon That. These three binding gunas are not in it. It is beyond their bondage. Nirguna means utterly free. And that which is hidden within you is also utterly free—but there are bonds around it. Bondage does not destroy your freedom; it only obstructs it.

No bondage destroys freedom. If someone puts handcuffs on me, my freedom is not destroyed; it is only obstructed. I cannot exercise it, but it is not gone. Tomorrow the chains may break; my freedom was with me—it was only blocked.

So no consciousness loses its freedom, but obstacles arise. And when we become attached to our obstacles, then trouble becomes great. That is our trouble.

We have no chains on our hands. And if we do, we have mistaken them for ornaments. We have inlaid diamonds, silver, gold in them. We have painted them in many colors. Now if someone tries to break our chains, we think he is an enemy, destroying our beauty, our ornaments.

Once someone takes his chains for ornaments, his freedom becomes very difficult. If someone takes the prison for his home and begins to decorate it, there is no way to free him. The first step to freedom is to know: I am in a prison. It is not to be decorated; it is to be broken. What binds me are not ornaments; they are chains. They are not to be gloried in but to be dropped.

O Arjuna, know the rajas, in the form of passion, to be born of desire and attachment; it binds this embodied soul by attachment to actions and their fruits.

Krishna says sattva binds by attachment to happiness and by the pride of knowledge.

What we call erudition is a personality bound by sattva. What we call saintliness too is a personality bound by sattva. It has two cravings. One is for happiness. Therefore it seeks heaven—meaning a place with no sorrow, only joy. It will do everything—austerities, worship, sacrifice—to attain heaven, a realm of pure pleasure without pain. Sattva binds such people.

Heaven too is bondage. Gods are not free.

There is a tale in Buddha’s life: when Buddha became fully enlightened, Brahma and many gods came and bowed at his feet to request his teaching. Hindus were hurt by this story—“Why should our gods go to Buddha?”—but the point is priceless. Whosoever the gods, they must bow at the feet of Buddhahood. Buddha belongs to none; gods may belong to anyone. But whenever Buddhahood happens, even gods must bow and seek the way.

Brahma said, “Instruct us, because we too are bound. You are free even of happiness; we are bound by happiness. Our lives are full of joy, but fear of loss remains. Whatever is possessed brings fear of losing it.

“The wealthy may have wealth, but fear of losing it torments. So we tremble: when will our joy be snatched away? Our joy was earned by merit; merit has a measure. When merit is spent, joy will be spent and we will be thrown back into suffering. We are shaken, frightened. Assure us. You are free even of happiness. Nothing can be taken from you now; you are beyond fear. Nothing can be stolen or erased from you. You have arrived at the utterly free state for which even the gods yearn.”

Sattva can carry you to godhood. It is the purest chain, the most beautiful chain. Those who deeply crave joy, peace, even bliss—such people will not be freed of sattva, because sattva gives pleasure. And that which gives pleasure binds us.

Those who have attachment, dependence—who depend on another person for their happiness: the husband who says, “I cannot live without my wife,” or the wife who says, “If my husband dies, I will become sati; I cannot live without him.” Sati is the ultimate symbol of attachment: my life depends wholly on another’s; without him it has no meaning, no essence—then dying seems proper, even more worthwhile than living.

When someone binds himself by such attachment, that which arises from attachment and desire is called rajas. Or, the embodied one’s attachment to action and its fruits generates rajas.

Attachment is to become bound—so bound that it feels as if my life-force is not in me but in the other. This can happen with a person or a thing. Some people’s life-force is locked in their safe. Kill them, they may not die; smash the safe, and they will.

Nasruddin was passing through a dark lane. A man pressed a pistol to his chest: “Nasruddin, your money or your life?” Nasruddin said, “Give me a moment to think.” After thinking he said, “My life.” The man asked, “What do you mean?” Nasruddin said, “I have saved my money for old age. You can take my life. If I give you my money, what will I do then? How will I manage?”

Old children’s tales tell of a king whose life is hidden in a parrot. Kill the king, he does not die; kill the parrot, and he dies. First find where his life is imprisoned. These stories are meaningful—they are our stories. There is no point in killing you; one must first find in which parrot your life is caged. Strike there—and you are gone.

An attached person’s life is not in himself; it is elsewhere. Such a person falls into deep slavery—his very life not his own! That is a total prison.

Rajas grows from such attachment. And a rajasic person is always bound to fruits: “What will I get in the end?” He looks only at the fruit. He has no taste for the act itself; the taste is in the fruit, which is always in the future.

Gradually such a person acquires the habit of not seeing the present. When the fruit comes, he cannot see it either, because by then it is present, and his eyes have already moved on to the future. He uses one path only to reach the next path, the second to reach the third. He walks the roads his whole life; the destination never comes—and will not come. He always uses the means to reach yet another means; the end is never in question.

There are great difficulties here. Even if he attains the end (which is nearly impossible), his habit of looking ahead will not let him enjoy it. And attaining the fruit is not easy; it is not in your hand. It depends on clusters of thousands of causes. No one is so powerful as to organize all the causes in the world.

You are earning wealth. Whether you will succeed does not depend only on you. It is multi-causal. A revolution may happen; wealth may become common property, redistributed. By the time you manage to earn, inflation may rise so high that money loses value.

In the last world war, China saw such inflation that to buy a box of matches you needed a bag full of notes. That can happen here any time.

A famous incident occurred in China in that war. Two brothers inherited equal shares when their father died—several lakhs each. One invested in business; the other drank away his lakhs. But he had a hobby: collecting empty liquor bottles. He amassed thousands of bottles. Then inflation rose to the point where he sold the bottles and earned many times what he had spent on liquor. The brother in business died ruined; people had no money to buy his goods—things existed, but buyers had no purchasing power.

Life is very complex. You are not alone; billions are here. Billions of causes are at work. You may do everything and some Mao or Nixon may go mad and drop an atom bomb. You had arranged everything, were just going to withdraw your bank balance—finished.

When the atom fell on Hiroshima, 120,000 people died. In five minutes everything ended. They were people like you, with grand plans.

The fruit-obsessed person is in great difficulty. First, it is nearly impossible to get the fruits exactly as desired. Second, even if he gets them, he cannot enjoy them. The fruit is not in your hands. When you decide to obtain something, so many causes go to work that you cannot command them.

If we understand this well, this is what Krishna means when he says the fruit is in God’s hands. These countless causes—the infinite totality—we simply call God or fate. God is not some person sitting above with things in his hand. If there were such a person, we would find a way to influence him—praise him, flatter him. If that didn’t work, we would influence his wife; or his children; some connection would be found. If God were a person, he could not escape us; we could arrange our fruits through him.

But God is not that. “God” means the infinite expanse of this world as the sum of infinite causes—call that sum destiny or God, as you wish. When we say the fruit is in the hands of fate, we only mean: I am not alone; billions of causes are at work.

You leave home with great plans. Another man, drunk, speeds toward you in his car. You have no idea. He can crash into you and shatter your plans. You did him no harm; you did not pour his drink. Yet he can change the map of your life.

Every moment thousands of processes surround you. You are helpless. What can you do? But the man attached to fruits gets dejected when things do not fulfill. Krishna says: this clinging to results is the nature of rajas.

And, O Arjuna, know the tamas—which deludes all who are identified with the body—to be born of ignorance. It binds this embodied soul by negligence, laziness, and sleep.

Sattva binds by knowledge and happiness; rajas by attachment and the longing for fruits; tamas by ignorance, stupor, negligence, and sloth.

Understand “negligence” (pramāda) well; the whole flavor of tamas is hidden in it. Pramāda means a kind of stupor, unawareness: you go on doing, moving, but with no alertness. Whatever you do, you do as if in sleep. Why you are doing it, you do not really know. Whether to do it or not—no awareness. While acting, your consciousness is not flowing into the act.

You are eating. The hands go on eating mechanically, out of habit. The mind has run away—God knows to what worlds, what occupations! You are not here; you are here unconscious.

Buddha says there is only one practice: wherever you are, let your consciousness be there. Your foot rises on the path—let your awareness rise with it. Become conscious. You drink water—let it not be mechanical; let your full awareness go in with the water.

Buddha said: as your breath goes out, be aware; as your breath comes in, be aware. His whole methodology of anapanasati rests on this.

It is a very unique, very simple experiment: keep awareness on the breath. As the in-breath touches the nostrils, know that it has touched them; then feel its touch along the inner passages; feel the lungs fill, the belly rise; then feel the breath turning and returning. Be aware of both the path in and the path out.

In Burma they call this vipassana—seeing, seeing attentively.

Attentive seeing of even one act can result in supreme awakening. If one watches all the acts of the day, negligence breaks. When negligence breaks, the bond of tamas falls.

But we all live unconscious. Whatever we do, we do as if hypnotized—no awareness, moving mechanically.

This mechanicalness, laziness, negligence, sleep—these are the cornerstones of tamas. Hence Krishna says in the Gita: the yogi, even when he sleeps, does not sleep.

As you are, even when you are awake, you sleep. Your waking is only in name. Try yourself; many times in the day you will catch yourself asleep. Give yourself a shock.

Gurdjieff used to say: give yourself a sudden jolt—stand up somewhere abruptly—and you will find you had been asleep. For a moment a little glimpse will come, as if someone shook you in sleep. Then sleep will take hold again.

When Krishna says the yogi sleeps and yet does not sleep, he means the bond of tamas has broken. There is no negligence. He takes rest, but within him someone remains awake—some flame burns. A watchman is always there; it never happens that the house is empty and the guard asleep. Someone is always at the gate.

The saints—Kabir, Dadu, Nanak—have called this inner watch “surati,” from smriti: a remembrance that remains awake. Buddha’s word is smriti; in the people’s tongue it became surati.

Kabir says: like a village bride who returns from the well with three pots on her head—she does not hold them with her hands; she chats with her friends, jokes, sings, walks the path—yet her surati stays on the pots above so they do not fall. She has not touched them, but with surati alone she manages them. Let a pot begin to slip—instantly her hand will go up. The thread of remembrance stays tied behind.

When your actions are done attentively, non-negligence (apramāda) flowers. When actions are done inattentively, negligence (pramāda) prevails.

O Arjuna, know the tamas, which deludes all body-identified ones, to be born of ignorance.

And here ignorance does not mean lack of information; it means self-ignorance—not knowing oneself. One who does not know himself—how will he be awake? Whom will he awaken? And one who is not awake—how will he ever know himself? The two depend on each other. The more one awakens, the more one recognizes oneself; the more one recognizes oneself, the more one awakens. Supreme awakening becomes self-knowledge.

Tamas is ignorance. Rajas is attachment. Sattva is subtle pride, refined ego. These are the three bondages.

Because, O Arjuna, sattva attaches you to happiness; rajas to action; and tamas, by covering knowledge, sinks you into negligence.

There are only three kinds of persons in the world. All three gunas are present in everyone, but not in equal measure. In one person sattva predominates; then his rajas and tamas get enlisted in the same quest.

Understand this well. In one for whom sattva is chief—who seeks peace, happiness, knowledge—his rajas (energy, capacity for work) is poured into the pursuit of knowledge, into the search for happiness; even his tamas (his need for rest, his sloth) is used as and when rest is required for that quest.

If tamas predominates in someone, and he has a little intelligence, he uses even his understanding to justify his laziness—to rationalize it, to make it seem clever. He says, “What is the point of doing anything? What will you gain by doing?” Whatever rajas he has, he uses it in such a way that it does not become true action. He acts, but in ways that carry him deeper into laziness. He will walk—but to the tavern. If he needs to buy liquor, he will work by day—but will spend his earnings on drink.

If rajas predominates, he throws all his consciousness and power into running and doing. Doing becomes the goal: “I must do something.” He may sacrifice happiness and rest for it—but something must be done, something must be shown. History is made by such people; the politician is rajasic. He must leave a name, be written on the pages of history.

Remember, Toynbee, a great historian, said something very sweet: it is easier to make history than to write history—because even donkeys can make it. What does it take to make history? How difficult is it to become a Godse? A pistol, a dagger, a grenade—some mischief can always be done. History begins to be made. As long as Gandhi is remembered, Godse cannot be forgotten. What did Godse do? Not much by way of true doing—he created an uproar.

Those heavy with rajas are engaged in some kind of mischief. If they go bad, they become bandits; if, by luck, they receive proper training, they become politicians. Give a bandit a little cunning, he becomes a politician; take a little cunning away from a politician, he becomes a bandit. The change is easy; they are close cousins.

A petty killer remains a murderer; a great killer joins Tamerlane, Genghis, Hitler. A man who seizes someone’s small property is a thief; one who seizes vast empires is an emperor—and saints sing his praise and write eulogies.

The rajasic pours all his power, understanding, even his rest, into one thing—doing. Where it will lead, what it will mean, whether results will be auspicious or inauspicious—that is of little concern.

Psychologists say Hitler wanted to be a painter as a child, used to make big drawings. He went to many academies; all rejected him. He could not be a good painter. Psychologists say, if only some academy had admitted him, he would have spent time coloring paper and the world’s trouble would have been less. He might have dyed sheets red, but he would not have dyed the earth with so much blood. He did not become a painter; an unrest remained—he had to do something great. That restlessness turned toward politics, and he proved dangerous. Though he never lost his love for painting—his room had beautiful pictures; he was a connoisseur of art; he loved classical music. He could have been a painter; but the whole force of his rajas, turned away from the door of painting, was deployed in politics.

England today is the one country where student unrest is relatively little. The reason: students still have to spend two or three hours on the sports field. Rajas gets channelled. A boy who has played three hours—tell him to throw stones and break windows—he will say, “Let me go home.” A boy made to sit six hours on a chair without moving—told by the teacher to sit like Buddha—he will want to throw and break something. Football or volleyball are only organized ways of throwing, smashing—nothing else. If you won’t let a boy strike with a hockey stick on the field, he will strike someone’s head outside. The ball is taking the head’s place; his rajas is being released.

Universities are being burned; schools broken. This will go on until youth’s rajas is channelled. Earlier it was channelled. In our country we had child marriage. Rajas had no chance to go and smash glass, set fires, burn buses. Before they could gather their wits, we tied them to a wife—that’s the heaviest weight; carry that! All the rajas got absorbed. Before any sprouts of intelligence came, children were born. Then there was nowhere to fight; they seemed saints.

In India, such people were in great numbers not because they were religious but because rajas had no avenue. Before they could cause mischief, their energy got engaged.

Now, across the world, children grow up; they are not married; they have no responsibilities. Parents are prosperous; boys can loaf till twenty-five or thirty. This is dangerous. Scientists say sexual energy peaks at eighteen—never again that strong. At eighteen, with energy in full storm, there is no channel. The kettle’s fire is blazing and the lid is shut. The outlet we recommend—“Read your books at the university”—is no outlet. Books cannot drink that energy. For the sattvic few, fine. What of the rest? In the old days only the sattvic reached university; the rest entered life. Now everyone can go. Out of a hundred, five may be sattvic; the remaining ninety-five are risky. About half of them are rajasic; their energy has no use. Books and exams cannot absorb it; they will create trouble through books and exams too. At every exam time, trouble.

Those causing the upheaval are rajasic. The rest, the tamasic, are lazy—they will do nothing. If the university is on fire, they will not put it out; they will stand and watch. They will neither stop the arsonist nor the fire.

Today there are three groups in the university. A small group is afflicted—the sattvic; they suffer most because they want to work, to study, to research—and no one lets them. But they are weak; they are not rajasic enough to fight and create upheaval. Before they can fight, spectacles appear on their eyes, their backs bend; they are immersed in their books.

A large group wants to agitate—because they have energy and need a channel.

A third group is lazy—mere onlookers. They take no side; whatever happens, they watch.

Whatever element predominates in a person, the other two fall in behind it.

Sattva binds to happiness; rajas to action; tamas drowns you in negligence.

Freedom is needed from all three. How to be free of them—we shall enter the methods ahead. Whenever someone goes beyond the three, we call it the state of being beyond the gunas—gunatita. That is the supreme attainment. Hence Krishna says at the outset: O Arjuna, that supreme knowledge by which perfection is attained and the final goal reached—I shall tell you again.

Enough for today.

Questions in this Discourse

First question:
Osho, I have not had any experience of the supreme life and supreme bliss you speak of again and again, but even walking on this path brings joy. So can there be joy in the journey even before reaching the destination?
It is our habit to see everything by dividing it, so we also divide the path and the goal. Without splitting, the mind refuses to accept. The mind breaks everything up. In truth, nothing is broken. The destination is only the last stretch of the path; and the first step of the destination is the path. There is no place where the path ends and the destination begins.

The path and the destination are not two; they are one. If they were two, how would you reach the destination by walking the path? If there were even a hair’s breadth between them, you would remain on the path—how would you arrive?

The path is joined to the destination; therefore the path leads into the destination. Means and end are not different. To consider them different is a great mistake. Because the moment the idea arises that means and end are separate, that path and destination are apart, we begin to worry about the destination and try to evade the path. Then the mind says, If it’s possible to get the goal without the path, let’s drop the path and jump to the goal. The search for shortcuts is part of our dishonesty.

Then we think: let the path be as little as possible, because the path is not the destination. And if by some cleverness, some trick, we could reach the destination without walking the path, we would certainly want to. Our gaze then shifts to the future. And whoever escapes the present has a future that is utterly dark, because every future is born out of the present; tomorrow is born from today.

The path is today; the destination is tomorrow. And whoever avoids today will be deprived of tomorrow, because whatever is to happen tomorrow is born from today; it is hidden in the womb of today.

Understand it this way: the path is the womb and the destination is the birth. Do not divide. Then it will become clear.

Supreme bliss will indeed be at the destination. Destination means the point where the path has come to completion, where nothing further remains to be traversed; there, supreme bliss will be. But the first taste of bliss happens with the very first step. Even the thought of walking the path will fill you with joy. Even before walking, the mere resolve—“I will walk, I will seek”—will give the mind a new glimpse of bliss.

Whoever takes even one step has already attained the portion of the goal that corresponds to that one step. Understand: if the destination comes in a thousand steps, then one-thousandth of it is attained with the first step. We become entitled to that much joy.

And remember, this joy is not something that will come only at the end like a fruit; it grows moment to moment—this is life. It will be received each moment and will go on increasing each moment.

One who walks on the path has already begun to arrive. One who has taken his stand on the path—though the destination may be far—has laid his hand upon it. Glimpses will begin to come. The very decision to move, the very first step, and the mind starts becoming light, tranquil, joyous.

As with a garden: however far it may be, once we start walking toward it, cool breezes begin to reach us. As we draw nearer, the fragrance of flowers arrives on the air. The coolness increases. The air grows fresher. The heart becomes jubilant and starts to dance. A springtime begins to blossom within us. Exactly so it will be.

And keep in mind: drop worrying about the destination. Care for the path alone. Whoever has taken care of the path is bound to get the destination. Even if you forget the destination completely, there is no harm; take full care of the path. For the more your mind is absorbed in the destination, the less it is available for the path.

Pour your whole mind into the path. The moment your whole mind is on the path, in that very moment the path becomes the destination. This distance is not spatial; it is a distance of intensity. If my whole being is given to the path right now, the destination happens right now. The less mind there is in it, the farther the destination; the more my mind is divided and partial, the greater the gap.

And the gap is not something to be covered by walking. It is bridged by resolve. Walking is only a device to deepen the resolve. Those who know arrive at the destination without moving an inch; those who do not know walk a lot, wander a lot, and arrive nowhere.

Remember: leave the destination aside. Do not even bring it up. To bring up the destination is to bring in the desire for the fruit. To think of the destination means we are trying to leap ahead—forgetting today and remembering tomorrow. And the work has to be done today.

Live in today, here and now. Whatever can happen will happen—and it can happen in this very moment. With full intensity, with your whole life-breath, dedicate yourself to practice, to walking.

And it is only right that if joy is coming now, live it fully. Squeeze all its juice. Remember: the more capable you become of receiving joy, the more the doors of joy will open for you.

There is a deep ordinance of nature: you can receive only that which you can bear. Do not think that if supreme bliss were to come to you, you would somehow endure it. If you have not become accustomed to joy, supreme bliss will be lethal; it will be like death. Such a vast explosion you would not withstand.

As when someone suddenly comes out of darkness into the sun: the eyes close, are dazzled—only darkness is seen. The eyes cannot look at the sun. To see the sun, the eyes must be prepared gradually. Even an earthen lamp is a fragment of the sun; begin your preparation by looking at that. Otherwise the eyes go blind.

So this is nature’s arrangement: only the one who can withstand it receives it. Sadhana is not merely the search to attain; it is also the training to endure. If the sky were to collapse upon you all at once, you would be obliterated, unhinged. You would never return to that path again. Do not assume that because you want bliss you are also ready to bear it.

A small sorrow unsettles us; a small pleasure unsettles us. Let a little pleasure come and we cannot sleep at night. Pleasure agitates, pain agitates; bliss will shake you far more. One must practice it grain by grain. You will have to prepare by sipping it drop by drop. And one who prepares drop by drop—whether by sipping sorrow drop by drop—can pass through even hell without being disturbed.

You may have heard: in ancient days, Indian emperors prepared “poison-maidens.” Beautiful young girls were given tiny doses of poison from childhood. Each day the quantity was so small that the girl would not die, and gradually the poison entered every pore, every vein. By the time she reached sixteen or eighteen, all her blood had become poison.

Then such maidens were sent to enemies. Whoever received a kiss from them would die instantly; their kiss had become toxic. Whoever had intercourse with them would not survive—would not return alive. Their entire body was poison. Such maidens were called vishkanyas.

But the great wonder is: the one whose kiss kills another is herself alive! By giving them poison drop by drop, they were made ready. If a snake were to bite them, the snake would die. There was no way to make them unconscious; no liquor could stupefy them.

If you go on bearing suffering drop by drop, you can pass through even hell without being disturbed. This is the meaning of tapascharya: training yourself to endure pain. But what is true regarding pain is also true regarding pleasure; that too can be borne only drop by drop. And bliss is a great event—it is the great joy.

Even if the destination were to be given to you, first, you would not recognize it. Your eyes are very small and the destination very vast; your eyes would not be able to see it. Even if it were right in front of you—as it is—you would not recognize it, because to recognize it the eyes require training. And if, unfortunately, you did get it and recognized it, it would not prove a blessing but a curse, because you would not be able to contain so much bliss; that bliss would be devastating.

So sadhana is the name of many preparations. We have to reach the destination. To be able to see it, the eyes must be trained. To be able to experience it, each wave of joy has to be slowly assimilated. To be able to contain it—so that when that great bliss descends you do not go mad, but remain conscious, do not swoon, do not fall, do not dissolve—it is necessary to prepare the vessel of the heart.

Leave the destination altogether. Do not even bring it into the discussion. Care for the path, and walk treating every inch of the path as the destination. Much joy will come; much joy will grow. And one day, suddenly, in any moment, that event can happen. The moment the tuning is complete, the moment the veena of the heart is perfectly ready to resound, in that very moment the destination will be before you.

And then you will laugh, because you will find that this destination was always in front of you. I alone was unprepared; the destination was always ready. I stood right at the door—perhaps with my back to it. Perhaps it needed only a turning. Only a slight turning of attention was needed. And that which I was seeking was right nearby.

The Upanishads say: that supreme truth is farther than the farthest and nearer than the nearest—far because of you; near because of him. As you are, it is very far; as he is, it is utterly close.

We have to move toward the divine not because the divine is far, but because we are unfit; our unfitness has become his distance.

It is right that joy should be coming on the path; be elated, feel graced. Be filled with deep gratitude and savor that joy. The more you savor it, the more your capacity to savor will grow. God is the supreme enjoyment; for him one must be prepared. For that, a heart as vast as the sky is required. We cannot call the vast into the petty; it is impossible. When we invoke the vast, we must have a space worthy of it.

Many call to God without giving a thought to where is the house in which they will host him. Where is the seat on which to place him? Where are the means of hospitality? With which flowers will you worship? Where is the head you will lay at his feet? And if suddenly he were to appear, there would be great confusion, great difficulty. We would run about madly and find nothing to do or not to do. Perhaps to spare us such an embarrassment, God waits.
Second question: Osho, Krishna has been explaining things to Arjuna through the last thirteen chapters. Yet questions, doubts, and misgivings keep arising in Arjuna’s mind. You too have been explaining to us continuously for many years, and still questions, doubts, and distrust keep arising in our minds. What are the reasons for this, and what is the solution?
Arjuna will not understand because Krishna explains; understanding will happen only when Arjuna understands. If it were in Krishna’s hands that Arjuna would understand merely by Krishna’s explaining, no ignorant person would still be left on the earth. There have been many Krishnas; it is Arjunas who are lacking.

The happening will take place through Arjuna’s understanding. The effort Krishna is making is not to “explain” as such. Properly understood, he is creating a situation in which Arjuna becomes ready to understand, in which Arjuna can understand. He is giving Arjuna a push, pointing in a certain direction. But it is Arjuna who must lift his eyes. And if Arjuna is unwilling to lift his eyes, there is no way for Krishna to “win.”

Still, Krishna is arranging the whole thing. In these thirteen chapters Krishna is attacking Arjuna from different fronts, striking from many sides. Perhaps with one of those blows Arjuna will become alert. But it is only a perhaps; Arjuna’s cooperation is essential. If Arjuna does not cooperate, Krishna has no power.

Understand this a little more clearly. Many of us cherish the idea that it will happen by the guru’s grace. If it were to happen by grace, this great Gita would be altogether superfluous. Krishna is not unintelligent. If the event were to occur through grace alone, where would you again find a bestower of grace like Krishna and a recipient as worthy as Arjuna? Both were present.

Krishna could bestow grace, and Arjuna longed for grace and was a fit vessel. What more qualification is needed? There was such intimacy, such closeness, that if the work could be done by grace, why would Krishna go into such a long Gita? There would have been no need for so elaborate an arrangement.

No; it is not going to happen by grace alone. Even grace can descend only when Arjuna is open, willing, ready, cooperative. It is itself grace that Krishna is explaining to him—even knowing that by explaining, no one understands. That is a part of grace. But through this attempt there is the possibility that Arjuna may not be able to escape.

Arjuna will try his best to escape. He will raise questions, create problems. Doubts and skepticism—these are strategies of self-defense. Arjuna is trying to save himself. He is trying to say, “You are showing, but I will not see.” Understand this a little.

All these doubts and suspicions are attempts to say, “You may point it out—that’s fine—but I will not look. I will raise more questions. I will create more smoke. Wherever you point, I will make it hazy.” This is deep self-protection.

Just as we want to protect our body, we want to protect our mind. If someone attacks your body, you make certain arrangements for self-defense. The guru’s attack is even deeper. He is ready to eradicate your mind.

Those who destroy the body do not destroy deeply. Your craving remains; you will take another body. They are snatching your clothes. But the one who sets out to dissolve the mind is taking everything from you. Then even if you want to, you will not be able to take a body. If the mind ends, the whole arrangement of birth is gone. Death becomes ultimate.

That is why meditation is mahasamadhi. We even use the word mahasamadhi for physical death. That is apt, because samadhi is an inner death. You actually “die.”

So just as, if someone strikes at your body with a sword, you defend yourself with a shield, in the same way, whenever a guru attacks to break your mind, you defend yourself with doubts, suspicions, questions. They are shields. You are protecting yourself. You say, “Go ahead, try.” Perhaps this is not conscious; it is unconscious.

It is like this: if someone suddenly waves a hand close to your eyes, you don’t have to think in order to blink—the eyes blink on their own. If you had to think, the eye would be pierced while you were deciding. Thinking takes time.

Therefore the human mind has a dual arrangement. Wherever there is leisure for time, we think. Wherever there is no leisure for time, we react from the unconscious. If there is an attack on the eyes, they shut instantly. This is the unconscious arrangement. Even in sleep, if an insect crawls on your foot, you shake it off. No awareness is needed.

Exactly so, the mind protects itself inwardly. The mind is never as troubled as it is near a guru, because there death is near. If you remain too close to a guru, you will have to die. To avoid that, you build a wall of protection around yourself. That is the armor.

Arjuna is saying, “Explain to me.” But, “I am not understanding at all. If I am not understanding, there is no need to change. I will remain as I am. Until I understand, until all my doubts are dispelled, I will remain as I am. And the fault is not mine; if you cannot make me understand, the fault is yours.”

If you understand this cleverness of the inner mind, two things become clear: why Arjuna keeps raising questions, and why Krishna keeps giving answers.

It is a game. In this game Arjuna is making his arrangements and Krishna his. Wherever Arjuna puts up a shield, Krishna attacks from another side where he has not yet placed a shield. He will simply tire him out. Arjuna will get exhausted from holding up shields. Not only exhausted; he will also begin to see what he is doing: “What am I protecting myself from? I am trying to save myself from the one who can give me the great life! About whom am I raising doubts? For what am I raising them?”

This will dawn on him slowly. And even if it dawns in years, that is still soon. Even if it dawns in lifetimes, that too is soon.

Therefore, how much Krishna explains is not the big question. However much he explains, it is little. And however long Arjuna takes, that too is soon. Because the mind will set up every conceivable arrangement and will get tired. When it is utterly fatigued, when it has raised every doubt and raising doubts begins to seem futile, when doubts themselves start to smell stale and borrowed—“I have brought this up, and this, many times; nothing is resolved by them”—only then perhaps a ray of attention will move toward where Krishna wants to take him.

It has always been so. There is no need to be disheartened. One has simply to remain engaged in the labor.

And remember, it is right that you bring all your doubts and suspicions out into the open, because once they are out, there is a possibility of their dissolving. If they remain hidden within, there is no way to remove them.

Arjuna is honest. One needs to be at least that honest. He keeps raising questions—shamelessly, without the slightest hesitation. Anyone else would begin to feel embarrassed and think, “Let me stop now.” But that embarrassment would be dangerous. If they are stopped outside, they will go on arising inside. Then Krishna cannot win.

Keep bringing them up. The moment will come soon when doubts cease to arise. Everything has a limit.

In this world, except for the Divine, nothing is infinite. Your mind certainly is not infinite. Keep raising them—the shore will appear soon. The shore is not seen because you are dishonest: you do not bring them up fully. The day the shore arrives, that very day the leap is possible.
Third question:
Osho, the Gita is being spoken to Arjuna right now. He has not yet attained knowledge. Yet Krishna addresses him, “O sinless one!” Why is that?
Because Krishna is not addressing the Arjuna who is raising the questions. Krishna addresses the Arjuna who stands behind the questions. He is not addressing the Arjuna you see in front, made of bone, flesh, and marrow. He addresses the Arjuna who is hidden behind it—pure consciousness, the supreme awareness. That one is sinless.
And why does Krishna repeatedly say, “O sinless one!”? So that Arjuna’s attention can turn to the fact that Krishna is not replying at the level from which the questions are arising. Krishna is taking the answer somewhere deeper.
It is clear even to Arjuna that he, as he appears, is not sinless. There is no need to tell him that; he knows it. But Krishna keeps saying to him, “O sinless one!” He is striking again and again at the point that within you, where the real is hidden, no sin has ever entered, nor can it ever enter. All sins are on the surface; all merits too are on the surface.
Do not take “sinless” to mean “virtuous.” Sinless means where there is no taint—neither the taint of virtue nor the taint of sin. O untainted one. Where nothing reaches. Where your purity is. Where none of the imprints coming from outside operate. They all gather on the periphery; nothing goes within. The inner center is forever sinless. It is forever pure. It is forever innocent, virgin.
That virginity is never singed. However much sin you commit and however much virtue you accumulate, no taint ever clings to that virginity. That virginity is our very nature.
Even in that word there is an effort to awaken Arjuna. A true master does not utter even a single word in vain. Whatever he says has a deep reason behind it.
You too are sinless. Existence is forever sinless. And if sin and virtue are upon you, they are like the dust that gathers on a traveler as he goes along the road—only on the surface. Take a dip in the river, and the dust is washed away.
We created the tirthas; they were symbols. But symbols all go wrong in the hands of the wrong people. Our symbols were the sacred fords; we said: go there, bathe, and you will be freed from all sin. Merely bathing at a tirtha does not free one from sin. If it were that easy, with as many tirthas as there are in our land, and as many sinners bathing there, there would be no sin left in this country.
Bathing at a tirtha does not rid you of sin. But the point is of great value. In truth, sin and virtue are no more than dust. And just as dust is washed away by bathing and never enters your soul—it remains only on your periphery—so it is with virtue and sin. One who learns the knack of bathing will be freed of them in the same way as one is freed of dust.
So the tirthas were symbols.
Someone asked Ramakrishna, “I am going to the Ganges. They say that bathing in the Ganges will wash away sins.” Ramakrishna was a little perplexed. He felt that to say “this is not right” would itself be wrong. It is true that if one learns the art of bathing and discovers the Ganges, sins are washed away. There is no mistake in this. But the Ganges is not that which appears to be flowing outside. And the art of bathing is not pouring water over the body; it is pouring awareness upon the mind.
So the point is right. The symbol is poetic, but the point is right. And difficult things can only be spoken in poetry; there cannot be mathematical formulas for them. These are very subtle, delicate hints—not like stones, like flowers. They can be preserved only by carefully gathering them into poetry.

So the point is right—and yet it has gone wrong. Because people bathe in the Ganges and return home with the notion that the matter is finished: start sinning again. And what’s the problem? However many sins you commit, you can go back to the Ganges and wash them off.

So Ramakrishna said, “By all means, go. But do you know why those great trees stand along the bank of the Ganges?” The man said, “There is no mention of that anywhere in the scriptures.” Ramakrishna said, “That is the truly important point. When you plunge into the Ganges, the sins come out, because the Ganges is sacred. But those great trees—the sins sit upon them. So will you remain immersed, or will you return? If you return, those sins will climb down from the trees and mount your head again. The Ganges will wash you, but do not fall into the illusion that you have come back empty. Those trees are standing there for just that!”

All symbols become futile. They become futile because we throttle the symbols; we squeeze them till the very life runs out.

Sins are on the outside, no more than dust. They can be shaken off. If a person simply decides rightly to shake them off, they fall away—because they were held only by your decision. In truth it is wrong to say they have grabbed you; you are the one clutching and keeping them. The day you let go, they will drop. And that which is holding them is forever sinless.

The human inner soul cannot be sinful. And if the inner soul were to become sinful, then there would be no means whatsoever to purify it. How would you purify it? Who would purify it? Only if there were some element purer than the soul could it be purified.

In a school, a teacher was teaching science to his children. He said that a new discovery was underway: they were trying to find a chemical in which everything would dissolve. A small child asked, “Where will you keep it?” The teacher scratched his head and said, “That is being researched too.” The little boy said, “You should find that first; only afterwards this chemical. If you discover it first, then where will you keep it?”

If the soul were to become impure, then there would be no way to purify it. With what would you purify it? And whatever you used to purify it would itself at least have to remain pure; there must be no means for it to become impure.

There must be one element in this world for which there is no way to become impure, because only through it can everything else be purified. If everything were capable of becoming impure, then there would be no way to purify, no possibility of liberation.

We call that very element the soul—that which has no possibility of becoming impure, which is forever pure. Therefore the soul is not to be purified; it is enough only to recognize the soul. In the very recognizing, it becomes clear that I have always been pure awareness. Not even for a single instant has any stain entered there.

To point toward this great principle, Krishna keeps addressing Arjuna again and again: “O sinless one!”
Fourth question:
Osho, if this whole world is the play of Purusha and Prakriti, then where are we participants, who are suffering so much?
You suffer precisely because you are under the illusion that you are a participant. If you cease to be a participant, suffering will end. Suffering is not there because suffering “is”; it is there because you are participating. You think, “I am doing something. I am taking part. I am responsible.” This very ego-sense, this asmita, is the cause of your suffering. Wherever you become a participant, suffering is born.

But remember, we create that suffering because the same trick also produces pleasure. Wherever you take part, pleasure appears. Since we want pleasure, we participate.

Imagine you are watching a film. If you remain completely neutral, the film will give you no joy; you will simply return tired. It will feel like wasted effort; your eyes will ache. Pleasure can arise only if you forget yourself and get involved. To participate means to forget yourself, to become oblivious of yourself; the witness drops, and you become as if a character in the story.

Everyone becomes a character in a film’s story. We identify with some figure. Then what happens to that character begins to happen to us. When he suffers, your spine stiffens in the chair; when he relaxes, you too sink back at ease. Pleasure comes this way—but pain comes with it.

People get exhausted wiping tears in tragic movies. It’s a mercy the hall is dark so no one can see one another; everyone soaks their own handkerchief.

Tolstoy wrote that his mother was fond of plays. They were aristocrats, related to the czar’s family. There was no play in Moscow that his mother did not attend. Tolstoy says she was so compassionate that at the slightest sadness on stage she would weep and weep. But often, while snow fell in Moscow, the coachman waiting outside on the carriage would shrink in the cold and die. When they came out after the play, the coachman would be dead. They would lift him and throw him by the roadside, hire another coachman, and drive home. And mother would still be dabbing her eyes—over the play! She had no connection with the coachman. But in the play, she was connected.

Tolstoy wrote, “I could not understand what was happening! A living man died and nothing more was said. He was flung by the roadside. He had no worth, no value—almost as if he were not a man at all, just a part of a machine. Another part was fitted in, and mother wept all the way home—the play followed her.”

You too are more distressed by what happens in a film than by the same event in life. In life you join carefully, mindfully; in drama there is no danger, no cost. In a little while you will step out of the theatre and go home.

Wherever identification happens, pleasure and pain begin. Wherever identification breaks, both processes stop.

This is the simple meaning of witness-consciousness: that I form no identification anywhere. Whatever is happening, let it be no more than a play.

A vast drama is afoot; there is no need to destroy it, nor would that be meaningful. The mistake lies in becoming a participant. Remain no more than an actor. Even an actor can get carried away—when acting becomes fiery he forgets he is acting; he becomes the doer. His doership breaks only at times; otherwise he becomes the doer.

In fact, if an actor is to act well, he must forget he is acting; he must become the doer. Then his tears will be more real, his love will appear more authentic; truth will come into his gestures and expressions. The skillful actor knows how to forget that he is an actor and becomes the doer. But then things begin to touch him; and by touching, they become real.

In the world, let both the actor and the seer enter your life. Here you cannot be only a witness, because you also have to do many things. You are not sitting in a hall; you are standing on the stage. Here there is no hall—only stage. Wherever you stand, you are on stage.

In Japan there is a form called Noh drama. There is no raised stage; actors perform right among the audience. A newcomer cannot tell who is spectator and who is actor. This Noh drama is a Zen invention. The script is not fully prepared; only cues are given—and even those are not rigid. Spontaneity is allowed. If a seated spectator gets carried away and joins in, he is not forbidden. If an actor changes his role completely, there is no prompter backstage, no facility to correct him. The play flows as life flows—into the unknown. What will happen is not fixed; the conclusion is not decided. It is thrilling—and just like life.

This whole life is a great Noh drama. There is no spectator here; all are actors. And there is no written manuscript in the hand. No voice from behind the curtain says, “Say this.” Nothing is certain. Everything is becoming more and more contingent. Where the story will end is hard to say. Truly, the story never ends. Characters come and go; the story goes on. You did not arrive at the beginning; you have come in the middle. Nor will you depart at the end; you will leave midway. The story was going on before you; it will continue after you.

In this long narrative, if you can be both actor and witness, you are no longer a participant. Then there is no sorrow. Then there is no pleasure either. As long as pleasure remains, sorrow will remain—they are two sides of the same coin. If one falls, the other will fall. When both fall, what happens is what we have called bliss. When the participant dissolves and only the witness remains, the experience that is born is called bliss.