According to Osho, the inner law is reverse economics: what you hoard withers; what you share is preserved and multiplies. Give your joy, love, and insight lavishly, without judging who is worthy. Scatter seeds and forget your name—others’ delight is your own. In giving, new springs open within; partnership with life expands your abundance and keeps the lamp of awareness burning.
Share your joy and wisdom freely and it grows; hold onto it tightly and it fades.
From the Discourses
Passages where Osho speaks to this question — each links to the complete discourse.
Osho, what is the proof of God’s existence?
And you still ask for proof? There have been people who offered proofs, and all their proofs are futile. No proof works. All the proofs for God so far are not worth a penny. Someone says: everything that is made must have a maker; such a vast world—surely it must have a maker. But that proof commits suicide; the moment it meets an atheist, it goes lame. The atheist says: If every made thing must have a maker, if God is needed to make the world, then who made God? With that he tightens the noose around your neck. Who made God? You protest: No, no one made God. Then the atheist says: If God can be without being made, why can’t the world be without being made? The argument collapses; it falls flat. You say: just as the potter makes the pot, so that Great Potter made this world.…
Beloved Osho, passing through the gate of this mandir for the first time in eight years, I felt a kind of fragrance which has stayed with me ever since. Is it possible to take this fragrance with me when I leave? Oh, beloved master, it is so beautiful, and I am so grateful to spend this time with you, even if I cannot take this fragrance with me.
Prem Maharaj, the fragrance that you have felt in this temple of seekers is not something that you can leave behind. This fragrance contains love, meditativeness, silence, trust, life-affirmative values, a song of gratitude, a dance with the trees and with the stars... This fragrance is an experience of a totally new atmosphere that does not exist in the outside world. If you meditate, you will become the same temple. Then, wherever you go the fragrance will go with you like a shadow; even others will feel it. It is not the first time that such a question has come to me. The moment they enter the gate many people have felt suddenly, as if they are entering into another world -- the air is different, the vibe is different -- as if they have come home. And there is bound to be a certain fragrance, because so many people…
Within, the mind suggests one arithmetic; life’s arithmetic is altogether different. To drop the mind’s arithmetic is sannyas. To grasp life’s arithmetic is sannyas. To awaken from the mind’s arithmetic is awareness. To recognize life’s arithmetic is Buddhahood. And life’s arithmetic is paradoxical. You too sometimes get a glimpse of it, because you too are linked with life. Whatever the mind says, you sometimes glimpse it in life. But since you cling so tightly to the mind’s arithmetic, you push aside those glimpses; you never contemplate them. Have you ever noticed—when you bow before another, suddenly the other bows before you. You have surely tasted this. When you become truly small before someone, suddenly you find great reverence arising in the other’s heart for you. Whenever you have heard a whisper of your own glory, it has been through humility.
Beloved Osho, someone once told me the saying: "all that you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. "it has been with me ever since, and I feel it to be true. Can you please talk about this? It keeps coming up a lot for me.
But Zeno said, "I am not going to argue with anybody. Even if somebody says in the day that it is night, I will say, `Yes, it is night.' I am not going to argue, because if I win in any argument, then I have to pay half the fee to you. That I am not going to do." Almost a year passed and he did not argue with anyone. The master even sent many people to provoke him to argumentation, but he would always be willing to accept whatever you said. You say, "God exists" and he says, "Yes, God exists." You say, "God does not exist." He will say, "God does not exist, I am in absolute agreement with you. The question of argument does not arise." Finally the master, who himself was a great arguer, thought of a strategy: he should bring him to the court, sue…
Osho, it makes me very sad that my vessel is not big enough to contain you. Whenever I allow you in, your energy is so overwhelming that it spills out as laughter, tears, or dance. Sometimes I wonder if I am being miserly in receiving your generous blessings! Or is this the right way for the energy to express itself?
Kavya, understand that grand arithmetic—the inner arithmetic. There, by squandering you receive. By sharing it grows. By saving it dwindles. Whoever saves completely—loses everything. But the mind is a miser; it knows only the outer rule. Chandulal had a million rupees in the bank. He never spent a penny on himself; only thus did he accumulate a million. He lived like a beggar. He rode a rickety bicycle. It needed no bell—people could hear him a mile away. So many patches on the tires and tubes that even Chandulal lost count. His bicycle was a marvel, worthy of exhibition. That it moved at all was a miracle. Only he could ride it; no one else could. He could leave it anywhere without a lock; anyone else would fall at once. Only Chandulal could manage it—like circus riders. Chandulal never ate ice cream. And since Coca-Cola was banned, he was even…