Why does the love for you dwell in every pore of me and manifest in my dreams?

Osho, why does only your love dwell in every pore of me? Why does every scene show only your form? Why does your name slip from my lips at every moment? Why does the one dream of you not break, night after night?

Jagdish! Let it be so—only then is one truly a disciple. Let it be so—only then is one initiated. When such a bond is forged, such a bridge is built, such love arises… then know the knot with the Master is tied, and then all is possible. Even the impossible becomes possible. If only the knot be tied, all can be poured—whatever is in the Master can be filled into the disciple’s vessel. But if the connection is not made, if even a little distance remains, the chance is missed. The distance is dissolving. This is good. Blessed one! What is this love that has awakened? What is this raga that has awakened? What are these remembrances that have stirred? What reversed fortune has awakened? Who says the notes have come riding in on a wave from outside? It is my songs of compassion that are filling netherworld and sky,…

Osho, I am your disciple, you are my Master—this I want to declare to the whole world, but I cannot say it. What should I do?

Let it remain a silent experience. There is no need to say it. Otherwise the ego will arise. Why do you want to say it? What is the purpose? If you are a disciple, the world will come to know on its own. When flowers bloom, their fragrance reaches the nostrils. The sun rises—without any drumbeat, without any proclamation, without any advertisement—and the birds awaken. Even in sleep one somehow knows the sun has risen. Your song will burst forth; that alone will give the news. Your fragrance will be carried on the air; that alone will be the message. There is no need to add a bulletin. Beware of the ego’s expeditions. The ego is very skillful, very tricky, very cunning. It keeps looking for ways to make itself bigger. If there is wealth, rank, reputation—fine, it climbs aboard and rides. Not only that: knowledge, meditation, renunciation, sannyas—there too…

Question: BELOVED OSHO, YOU HEARD MY PRAYER AND CALLED ME TO YOU ON THE 8TH OF AUGUST. AS I ENTERED YOUR ROOM, I EXPERIENCED YOU AS A LARGE OCEAN, AN EMPTINESS THAT I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE. I SAW YOUR BEAUTIFUL BEING, AND I WAS IMMERSED IN THAT EMPTINESS AND BEAUTY. I FELT THAT THE OCEAN'S EMPTINESS WAS FLOWING INTO ME FROM YOU. AFTER THAT DAY, NEW SONGS AND MELODIES ARE COMING FROM THAT EMPTINESS OF YOURS, AND I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. BELOVED OSHO, PLEASE EXPLAIN HOW THIS CAN HAPPEN SO EASILY IN THE MASTER'S PRESENCE. IS IT SO SIMPLE? IT DOESN'T FEEL POSSIBLE FOR ME TO EXIST IN THIS LIFE WITHOUT HAVING HAD THAT MEETING -- IS THAT SO? I FEEL THAT SUCH A FEELING MIGHT NOT HAVE OTHERWISE HAPPENED TO ME FOR MANY LIVES. PLEASE EXPLAIN THE MEETING OF THE MASTER AND THE DISCIPLE.

Osho, My only wish is to merge into a speck of dust, so that I may lie near the temple and, as you come and go, sometimes cling to your blessed feet.

Veena! What you have asked for has already happened. Often it is so that even what has happened does not come to our notice. The experience occurs in the heart; by the time the news reaches the mind, it takes time. Sometimes it takes years. And sometimes lifetimes. There can even be a distance of births. For a heart’s experience to be expressed in the mind’s web of words is not an easy matter. The heart’s experience is silent—an undercurrent of humming, an unheard song, wordless; a stream of feeling freed from language. How is the mind to understand it? The mind understands words, arguments, thought; it has no movement in feeling. For the mind, feeling simply does not exist. And the supreme religious experience is of feeling, of the heart. Therefore the mind remains barren, hollow. If a little echo reaches it, that is much. If a slight shadow…

Osho, I have fallen in love with chuang tzu, with joshu, with mumon, with bodhidharma. How can I not follow them? I feel already they have transformed me. How can I not be thankful?

Let me tell you one anecdote first. When Rabbi Nor, Rabbi Moudekai's son, assumed the succession after his father's death, his disciples noted that there were a number of ways in which he conducted himself differently to his father, and asked him about this. 'I do just as my father did,' he replied.'He did not imitate and I do not imitate.' Meditate over this anecdote. He said,'I do just as my father did. He did not imitate and I do not imitate.' If you really understand Joshu, Bodhidharma or me, you will not imitate -- because I have not imitated, because Bodhidharma never imitated anybody. Joshu used to say to his disciples,'If you utter Buddha's name, go and rinse your mouth immediately.' Joshu also used to say,'If you meet the Buddha on the way, kill him immediately.' And he used to worship Buddha every day. Ordinarily Zen looks puzzling, but…