Where is the beloved one?

Osho, I turn at every sound to see if he is there. There is a great waiting full of joy inside me. Osho, where is the beloved one?

PARMITA, HE IS EVERYWHERE! HE IS ALWAYS. He is here in me, in you, in all the people who have gathered here. But you must be looking for some God which is not of this world. You must be looking for some God -- Christian, Hindu, Mohammedan. But you are not really looking for the beloved. The beloved is ALWAYS here. He is the breath in your heart, he is the beat in your heart. He is the green in the trees, and he is the red in the flowers. He is in the waves of the ocean. And he is in the stars in the night. And he is the silence of the darkness. And he is the joy of light. But you must have some idea of God. You can go on looking for that idea and you will never find it -- you will wait in vain.…

Osho, my beloved, I swear by my love for you. O fulfillment of my dream, soul of my ghazal—my life keeps remembering you. Night and day your image torments me; my heartbeats keep calling out to you. O my love, grant me the support of those narcissus-like eyes.

Dev Veena, ask just like this. Knock on his door just like this. This is worship, this is prayer. And his support is already there—only recognition is delayed. It is his hands that have held you. It is his eyes that have seen through your eyes. He is the one who beats in your heart. For now there is no recognition. That, too, will come. God is not to be attained, only recognized. We have already attained the Divine; so do not go searching far away. Seek him within. Knock on your own heart. Break open the doors within. Call—do call— My beloved, I swear by my love for you, O fulfillment of my dream, soul of my ghazal— my life keeps remembering you. Night and day your image torments me; my heartbeats keep calling out to you. Call. Call so much that the caller is absorbed in the call.…

Why is life so lovely? Every object, person, creation, manifested and unmanifested too! Color, sound, movement, taste -- strife too. Osho, in this remembrance the heart becomes full, tears flow, breath expands, talk stops, crying happens. I cannot say anything Osho. The eyes close and I sit down.

Become acquainted with god in all his infinite gestures. He has given such a vast temple whose canopy is the sky! He has given such a vast temple where every night there is Divali, a festival of lights. He has lit so many lamps! Scientists have not yet been able to count them. You can count the stars with the naked eyes but it will not be more than three thousand. Counting and counting the scientists have gotten tired of counting. Four billion stars have already been counted. But this is only the beginning. There are more stars, many more. The more scientists count it seems there are more ahead, more ahead... There doesn't seem to be any end. Every night there is Divali and such blind people, no one sees Divali! Every morning his spring Holi festival happens, so much red powder is flying, so many flowers are blooming,…

Beloved Osho, is it really true that god is also searching for me? Can I wait for him to find me?

Have you ever heard in any religion, in any country, a story that God expelled a few trees out of the garden of Eden? Or a few animals, or a few birds? It is only man who is expelled. The story is significant. It simply means that the whole of existence is rooted in God. Only because man has a thinking mind, he has wandered far away. Mind is capable of wandering anywhere -- you can be sitting here and your mind may be wandering somewhere in America or somewhere in Germany, or somewhere in Japan, or maybe on the moon.... There are all kinds of lunatics. It is very rarely that you are here, very rare to be in the place where you are. Your mind is always wandering somewhere else. It is never here, it is never now. This wandering mind has taken you away from your own…

Beloved Osho, lately, I have experienced something soft and calm -- a beauty which arises in me from within. Something which fills me stronger now than ever before. I can't say that it belongs to me, and still it feels as if it is me. Is it love?

Yes, it is love. And in other words, it is the beginning of a great pilgrimage which only begins and never ends, which goes on becoming bigger and bigger. Whatever you are feeling, go on deeper into it. Don't be afraid of anything because we have nothing to lose, and we have the whole universe to gain. You are right on the doorstep of the temple of God. Love is the beginning, God is the journey. God is not the goal, God is the pilgrimage. I am reminded of Al Hillaj Mansoor, a great Sufi mystic. He was young, but very poor. He collected money, borrowed money, tried to earn, because he wanted to go to Mecca for a pilgrimage. For Mohammedans, one of the essential things is that at least one time in your life, you should go for a pilgrimage to Mecca, the place where Mohammed created the…