What does it mean to feel as if someone is constantly looking at you?

For the past two, three days, I feel as if you are constantly looking at me. Tell me, Osho, what do you want to say to me through your eyes?

I have been constantly looking at you -- not only for two, three days, but you may have only become aware of it during the last two, three days. Good that you became aware. When I look at you there is a message, because there are many things which cannot be said by words. And I have to say with my hands, and I have to say with my eyes, and I have to say with my silence, and I have to say with my presence. Words are inadequate; they only go so far -- beyond that they cannot go. But the eyes can convey, eye contact can become a great communion. So when you see me looking at you into your eyes, don't miss that moment. In that moment don't start thinking, in that moment just look into me, in that moment be lost. in that moment don't think…

You have said that every gesture from a master is significant, and often the answer is given in what is not said rather than what is said. But often when you look or glance at me, and I feel there is a message, I do not know how to identify the message without using my mind. And even when I do use my mind I am not sure.

THE MIND CANNOT BE USED. Once you use the mind you have missed the point. Silence has to be understood in silence; a no-word message is to be understood wordlessly. If you try to understand through words and through mind you will miss it, you will misunderstand it. Then your own mind has come in. Then you will interpret it. Then it will not be pure, it will not be the same. And if you ask, "Then what to do?" you ask a wrong question. The question of how arises from the mind. There is no question of how. You be silent. Don't do anything, don't try to interpret it, don't try in any way to interfere with it -- let it spread over your being. You may not be able to identify it right now because it is vaster than the mind and all identifications are from the mind.…

Beloved Osho, is it never a violation to gaze into your eyes? Sometimes it feels like an intrusion, and I pull myself back -- even though I would like to jump right in.

It is a strange phenomenon. The psychologists who have been working on it have come to know that if you gaze into somebody's eyes for more than three seconds, he will feel offended. Just to have a look and go on your way is acceptable, but to look more than three seconds means you have taken a certain interest in the person, and it is an intrusion. It is interfering with his very private world. And the eyes are the most living part of his body, and most expressive part of his body. A man can look with lust in his eyes, a man can look with anger in his eyes, a man can look with sadness in his eyes, a man can look with all kinds of emotions. The eyes are very sensitive. So in the society it has not been thought right. But to be with a master…

Beloved Osho, when I first came to you and looked into your eyes, I saw myself. After some years, looking into your eyes I felt myself inside my body, each cell of my body and that `something else' inside dancing with aliveness. Last night I looked in your eyes and I saw. There was no one there. What a relief. Oh Osho, I am so glad you are not there. Can you say something about this, and this mysterious relief that there is no "thou" in my master?

Rarely have there been people with such clarity like Gautam Buddha, knowing that it is better that people search for a living master rather than worship a dead statue. But people find it easier to worship a dead statue than to be in love with a living master, because to be in love with a living master is always risky, dangerous. You cannot rely.... The living master is a changing phenomenon; you never know what turn he is going to take tomorrow, and you cannot dominate him. People try... hundreds of people have tried even with me, with all good intentions -- what I should say, what I should not say. Their ignorance is such that they don't understand that if they are wiser than me, then why are they following me? They are my followers, advising me -- what I should say and what I should not say, what…

Osho! You were just here, you were just here. The fragrance of your breath is in these breezes. The whisper of your lovely footsteps is in the air. The earth and sky that beheld you… you were just here, you were just here. When I saw you, my breath simply stopped, my Master! These eyes would not lower. The moment I came to my senses, where did you hide? You were just here, you were just here.

Meera! If you want to know the divine, to attain it, you must sustain a very paradoxical kind of awareness. Paradoxical because from one side it is awareness, and from the other it is a kind of unawareness too—an ecstasy, a divine drunkenness that is not stupor but awakening; in which within, a lamp of meditation is lit, a flame of alertness burns. Love knows this art of paradox. Love is the key that opens the lock on that door. Love knows how to sway and yet remain centered within. Love knows how to close the eyes and still come to vision. Love knows how to move not even an inch, and yet complete a journey of a thousand miles. Reason will not grasp it. For thought it is inaccessible. But for love it is natural and easy. What is needed is an awareness colored by ecstasy; and an ecstasy…