What is the significance of darshan?

Darshan means just this: open your eyes to life, wake and see! How many dreams you decked and adorned; how many colors you filled! All will suddenly vanish. However colorful, dreams are dreams. Do not panic when they vanish. With bricks and stones even a small hut can be built. From truth too, a small hut of peace can be made. Large palaces of false dreams have no substance; no one ever lived in them. People only thought they would live there. It was mere talk. However beautiful that talk seemed—it was only verbiage. I have heard: someone came to Mirza Ghalib to borrow money. Ghalib spoke sweetly. The borrower also spoke in verse: “Uncle!

Verse (Sanskrit): बिन दरसन भई बावरी, गुरु द्धौ दीदार।। ठाढ़ि जोहों तोरी बाट मैं, साहिब चलि आवो। इतनी दया हम पर करौ, निज छवि दरसावो।। कोठरी रतन जड़ाव की, हीरा लागे किवार। ताला कुंजी प्रेम की, गुरु खोलि दिखावो।। बंदा भूला बंदगी, तुम बकसनहार। धरमदास अरजी सुनो, कर द्यो भवपार।। मैं तो तोरे भजन-भरोसे अविनासी।। तीरथ बरत कछू नहिं करहूं, वेद पढ़ौं नहिं कासी। जंत्र-मंत्र टोटका नहिं जानौ, निसदिन फिरत उदासी।। यहि घटि भीतर बधिक बसत है, दिए लोभ की टाटी। धरमदास बिनवै कर जोरी सतगुरु चरनन दासी।। अब मोहिं दरसन देहुं कबीर।। तुम्हरे दरस से पाप कटत हैं, निरमल होत सरीर। अमृत भोजन हंसा पावै, सब्द-धुनन की खीर।। जहं देखो जहं पाट पटंबर, ओढ़न अंबर चीर। धरमदास की अरज गोसाईं, हंस लगावो तीर।। बिन दरसन भई बावरी, गुरु द्धौ दीदार।। Transliteration: bina darasana bhaī bāvarī, guru ddhau dīdāra|| ṭhāढ़i johoṃ torī bāṭa maiṃ, sāhiba cali āvo| itanī dayā hama…

Osho, this time at the evening darshan I was fortunate to be close to you for two days in a row. The first day, after watching you for a while, I began to feel anxious; my heartbeat quickened, my head spun, there was a drunken-like feeling and a restlessness. The same state continued for long even after the darshan. The second day, when I came near you, I bowed, closed my eyes, and sank into meditation. For the first time I found your wondrous presence—so near that I had never seen you with open eyes. Inside, coolness, deep silence, and peace prevailed for a long time. What is this?

This is satsang. What I want to show you cannot be seen with open eyes; to see it, the eyes must be closed. What I want to show you is invisible—at least to these two outer eyes. But it is not invisible to the inner eyes. For the first time, Dharmasharan Das, you have tasted satsang. Now it will keep growing. Now abide in it. Call it forth as much as you can. And soon you will realize that for this there is no need to come and sit close to me. Whenever you remember me—even from far away, a thousand miles away—it depends on your remembrance. If your remembrance becomes total and your eyes truly close, you will find the same again; you will find it everywhere. Your real initiation has now happened. There was a sannyas you took earlier—that was only the beginning. Now the real sannyas has…

Osho, is the happening that occurs immediately after darshan what is called bhajan? Please explain.

Greed will whisper, “Pick a little from Narada’s aphorisms—so lovely! Pick a little from Mahavira—so profound!” But the chooser will be “you,” and you will pick what suits you. You will drop what doesn’t suit you. Yet what you drop may be exactly what could transform you. What you assemble will be artificial. Remember the word “organic.” A living form is organic—like a tree, like your body. Cut off a hand—it cannot live by itself; its life was in the organic unity. Pluck out the eye—it won’t see. One of Mulla Nasruddin’s eyes was glass. He used to oversee laborers, standing there; if he was present, they worked; if he left, they idled. One day he had to go and performed a “miracle.” He popped out his glass eye, put it on the table, and said, “This eye will keep watching—don’t try to fool me.” The workers were stunned; they…

Osho, when you are giving a discourse, if I gaze at your face the words are not heard; and if I listen to the words, a kind of restlessness is felt. Why is this so?

Words are not of much value. Even if the words are not heard, it is all right; even if they are heard, there is no real gain. If you look toward me, it becomes meditation. If the meditation becomes right, if the wire is connected, the words will stop being heard—because to hear words, a restless mind is needed, an agitated, unquiet mind. In that moment—when the connection is made—the soundless will begin to be heard; that is the real satsang. It is not of much value that you hear what I say. If you can hear what I am, only then does it have value. Speaking is just a pretext; words are only devices. The arrival is into the soundless; the awakening is in silence. If this is happening, then drop all concern for words; just keep looking at me. Let the flame be joined. Forget that I am…