Why does it feel like I am missing out despite receiving more?

Osho, sometimes I feel I have received so very much from you, and sometimes I feel I am missing so much of you. Why is it so?

Then you will dance in joy, sing songs of wonder; yet you will not become a dead rock sitting—you will keep moving. More and more new flowers have yet to blossom in you! You have no inkling of your own possibilities. You have no idea of your own being—how much you can be! If one wave stirs, it can become a storm— Even a small ripple, if it stirs... If one wave stirs, it can become a storm— because the ocean is also hidden in the small ripple. If a single flower wishes, it can become a garden. A tiny flower could fill the whole earth with flowers. A single seed can make the whole earth green if it keeps spreading... In one seed are millions of seeds; in those millions, yet millions more! If the earth were given just one seed, the whole earth could turn green. If one…

Osho, From this tavern, the more we drink, why does it feel the less it is? I feel as if I keep missing. As much as you pour, I don’t drink. It’s not in my control. Is this just a habit of complaining? Is it really that I lack the courage?

Dharm Shraddha! Courage is complete in you. There is no lack of courage. Your trust is unique. Your feeling is total. You did not become a sannyasin out of formality; it happened from the heart. This surrender was not out of greed or fear. It is a flower of love. But this nectar of the divine is such that however much you drink, there will still be more left to drink. However much you know, there will still be more left to know. Drinking this sweet elixir does not quench the thirst—it increases it. This is not your fault. Nor is it your helplessness. It is the very nature of this wine that by drinking it the thirst will increase, become more intense, and go on increasing. There is no end to it. That is why the divine is called the Infinite. You say: “From this tavern, the more we…

Osho, you make us drink so much every day, and yet instead of being satisfied the thirst keeps growing day by day. Why?

Dreams lie about us like the desolate shadows of night, Longings lie as though forever now estranged, Such darkness has spread that clouds of fear have gathered— We do not receive even two drops of someone’s tenderness when we ask. Neither does the song become complete, nor is the heart’s friend found; The one who would clasp life to life—that mind-conqueror—is not found; The Swati drops are restless, yet no oyster is found; We do not receive even two loving words when we ask. On every side draws near the half-extinguished thirst of an extinguished mind; Sobbing, echoing, the crushed thirst of life; Forever in each breath spreads the sound of separation— We do not receive even two drops of affection when we ask. By asking, nothing has ever been gained. Unasked, pearls are given; by asking, not even bran. If you ask, you will gain nothing; it is through…

Osho, what is this thirst! Even after being fulfilled from all sides, it still feels as if something is missing. There is nothing in this world that I have not attained. But Osho, what should I do with this thirst of the mind? Osho, please be compassionate and clarify this state—this is my prayer!

A poor man does not come to know he is poor. Only the rich come to know. A healthy person does not come to know he is healthy; illness is needed to know. When the opposite happens, awareness dawns. Thakur Rana, you say: “There is nothing in the world that I have not attained—then why this thirst?” Precisely for that reason this thirst is here. Now the Divine must be attained. Now the world holds no more meaning for you. What was to be known has been known, what was to be seen has been seen. Now the hour has come to close the eyes and look within. Now the moment has come to lift your head from the earth and turn it toward the sky. You have gathered enough pebbles and stones—now fill your bag with diamonds and jewels. When the nest of sighs, of night, turns into a…

Beloved Osho, each day, each word, each gesture penetrates unknown layers... Unimagined flowers opening, unexplained music dancing. And with each, a deeper longing for something missing, like a target that cries for the arrow that has just fallen short. Beloved master, am I dwelling too much on what's missing?

Deva Abhiyana, you are dwelling too much on what is missing. And your focus should be on what is growing. Attention is nourishment; if you give attention to what is missing, you will find that more and more things are missing. And that will create a misery in you, a pain. If you focus your attention on what is happening to you, what is growing within you, it will grow faster. And perhaps with its growth, what is missing will not be missing anymore. You say, "Each day, each word, each gesture penetrates unknown layers... unimagined flowers opening, unexplained music dancing. And with each, a deeper longing for something missing." It is natural that as you start on the path, as new experiences start showering on you, a desire for more arises simultaneously -- because this is what we have been accustomed to for centuries in the ordinary world... our…