According to Osho, your heart’s longing is fulfilled the moment the ‘I’ knot dissolves. You are the wandering; drop the ego and union is instant, because what you seek is already enthroned within. Stop running outward; close the outer eyes so the inner eye opens. In alert, silent meditation, nearness is realized—the thirsty fish discovers it has always been in the ocean.
Yes—when you stop clinging to “me” and sit quietly, you notice the love and wholeness you wanted were already inside, like a fish realizing it’s in water.
From the Discourses
Passages where Osho speaks to this question — each links to the complete discourse.
Osho, how long will I keep wandering? Will the heart’s longing be fulfilled or not?
This is what I mean by “theist” (astik). My meaning is not “one who believes in God,” for millions believe in God and I see no theism in them. They go to temples, mosques, gurudwaras—and have nothing to do with true theism. I have seen atheists who are truly theistic—who never even mention God. So do not define theist by God. I define a theist as one who has said “yes” to life, who has stopped saying “no.” Call it tathata, call it witnessing, call it acceptance—supreme acceptance. One who has learned to say “yes” to life. As his “no” drops, the ego drops in the same measure. Your ego is the pile of your negations. Wherever you said “no,” there a line of ego was drawn. “No” is atheism; “yes” is theism. Say “yes” to life—unconditionally. Then you will find the heart’s longing fulfilled, for sure. It is meant…
Osho, to long for you is easy, but you are difficult. I have not been able to quiet this longing for you. A lifetime has passed in longing, yet you did not come. Death has begun to glimmer in life, yet you have not come.
Santosh Saraswati! To realize the Divine, first there must be an intense longing—in the first stage—indomitable, unwavering, unmoving. A longing bold enough to stake everything. Like a moth racing to the flame—such a longing! The longing to be annihilated. The courage to take every risk. Such urgency, such density that only one longing remains, and all other longings are absorbed into it. Let your heart become a single arrow, catch the flight of the Divine, and set out for the Divine’s destination. First such longing is needed. And then comes a very paradoxical law: the longing must be dissolved. No one arrives merely through longing; and without longing, no one arrives either. Longing is indispensable—but in the final moment the longing itself becomes the obstacle. In that last hour, longing too must fall away, in that very instant. First, longing refines you, shapes you, makes you undivided; then the longing…
Osho, will this thirst ever come to an end—the thirst that has driven me mad? That has pierced my very life like a thorn? That blazes each moment in my chest like a flame? Ah! To whom shall I confide the secret of my heart! In this crowded world I am utterly a stranger and completely alone. When will the veil be lifted from the doorway of that unknown mystery?
There is no veil on that door; the veil is on your eyes. The notion that there is a veil on that door is your mind’s delusion—and the mind’s trick. For then the matter slips out of your hands: “There is a veil on His door. When He lifts it, it will be lifted. Nothing can be done by me.” In this way you have protected yourself. I want to tell you: I do not want to leave you any place to escape, any device by which you can avoid. I tell you, the veil is on your eyes. The sun has risen, and you stand there with your eyes closed. Then you say, “O Lord, when will the veil be removed from the sun?” If there is no veil, how will it be lifted? And since there is no veil, it will not be lifted—you will sit waiting for…
Osho! I set out to seek the Beloved; how is union with the Beloved attained?
Yog Neelam! The Beloved is not far. Not even so far that any meeting would be needed. There has only been forgetfulness, not separation. Separation cannot be. The Beloved abides within. He is the breath of our breath, the heartbeat of our heart. Without him we have no being. Because he is, we are. As the ocean is, so the waves are. The ocean can be without waves, but the waves cannot be without the ocean. Yet a wave can fall into a delusion—the delusion that “I am separate from the ocean.” In that very delusion, forgetfulness happens. Only forgetfulness happens; separation cannot. The whole search for the Beloved is nothing but remembrance—re-remembering. That is why the saints have called this search surati. Surati means remembrance, recollection. Surati is the folk form of the word smriti. What the Buddha called smriti, by the time of Kabir and Nanak became surati—dearer,…
Osho, I feel so lonely that I panic and sadness surrounds me. What should I do? Lord, please guide me!
Do not stop me now, O pourer of wine! We are not ones to turn back and go away! Our thirst is endless—and your treasure is inexhaustible, inexhaustible—O giver, keep pouring! We have come to awaken the Unseen at your door! We have come to be dissolved at your door! Fill this empty cup—fill it, fill it, fill it! Make us intoxicated—make us, make us! We have been standing at the gate with hands outstretched— Make us immortal, O Immortal, give us your boon! In a single drop the ocean of life is contained— Fill to the brim this mind’s emptiness! From here on, gaining is losing; hidden in laughter at drinking is the sob of thirst. Let the rounds of bliss go on—let them go on! Let every corner of the heart be filled, even with sorrow! Reveal to us your boundless Presence! Teach us only to dissolve, to…