According to Osho, a disciple doesn’t truly move from master to master; he moves from teacher to teacher seeking the one who penetrates his being like an arrow. Keep moving until your heart dances, intimacy flowers, and you feel enriched and aflame. When the real master is found, wandering ends—devotion becomes total, the master your whole world—and there is nowhere else to go.
You keep looking among many teachers until one makes your heart light up—then you stop searching and stay.