Yes—the master’s loving presence waits beyond time, but you still need to open your heart and move toward it.
From the Discourses
Passages where Osho speaks to this question — each links to the complete discourse.
Beloved master, when you told the story about gautam buddha waiting at the gate of paradise for the last human being, I cried -- and I saw you, waiting for us. My question is, if you will wait also for me? Right now, I'm putting all my energy into waking up, but everything takes time. Will there be enough time for me, too?
Nobody really believed it, they thought it was just to console them, a rationalization. But Sharada became very much aware and alert. One day when she brought the food in the room where Ramakrishna was resting... he used to jump out of his bed, and immediately would look into the plates, "What have you brought?" But today when he saw Sharada coming in, he turned his back towards her, did not jump out of the bed. This was the first time he had shown indifference. Sharada remembered what he had said a few years before; everybody else had forgotten it. The plates fell from her hands; the disciples gathered. They said, "What is the matter?" She said, "Perhaps you have forgotten, call the doctor immediately." And the doctor said, "He has cancer of the throat and he cannot live more than three days." He said, "I am puzzled, how he…
Osho, I don’t even know what I’m waiting for. I only know that I am waiting. But nothing ever happens. And I am very alone. What should I do?
Such is everyone’s condition. Waiting—waiting! But for whom are you waiting? You don’t really know. To wait simply means you feel a lack. Something is missing. Something should have been that is not. Some space is empty. To wait means: I am not where I ought to be, not as I ought to be. You are not waiting for someone else; you are waiting for your own flowering. You are waiting for your flower to blossom. This event will not come from the outside. No one is going to come. If you keep waiting for another, you will keep on waiting. No one has ever come, and no one ever will. You have to become; no one has to come. There is no one to come. You have to become. Understand this distinction—everything turns on it. If you are waiting, there is nothing to do. You sit at your door,…
Osho, how much longer should I wait? How long will it take? I am eager to meet the Lord, and I can no longer bear this separation.
Krishnananda! For God you need preparedness for infinite waiting. It’s not that you actually have to wait infinitely; if you are ready for infinite waiting, revolution can happen in a single instant. But if you are in a hurry, it will not happen even in eternity. Hurry is an obstacle. The more impatient you are, the longer it will take. Impatience keeps the mind unquiet; patience quiets it. Impatience agitates the mind, raises ripples, storms and tempests. And even if the Divine wants to enter such a mind, how can He? The mind has to be like a silent lake—with not even the slightest ripple. Even the idea of attaining God is nothing but desire. It’s desire in a new form, a new style—old desire in new clothes. Once you lusted for wealth, so you were impatient—let it come quickly, let the lottery hit! You didn’t even have the peace…
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.…
Beloved Osho, the musicians are playing. We are waiting for you to be with us. There is a moment when the auditorium is full with silence. Then you come ... Osho, what is this magic of waiting?
She said, "Perhaps if you say so, it must have been so, but you have to forgive me. I was going to wait for my lover just on the road which runs through the forest. I wanted to greet him -- he is coming after many years -- just outside the village. I could not remain sitting in the house and waiting. It is just one mile distant, but he will be waiting, thinking that I must be standing just by the side of a tree where we used to meet when we were young. That's why I was so much concentrated that I did not know I had committed any mistake. Please forgive me, it must have been committed without my knowing at all." She was so innocent and tears came to her eyes because she had hurt her own emperor. "You can give me any punishment, otherwise it…