Enchantment

Osho, I am ignorant. All around me there is nothing but darkness. What is the path for me?

Music! Darkness is only proof that light can be. Darkness is only evidence that light is possible. So do not look at darkness with a negative outlook. Do not look with the eyes of an atheist; look with the eyes of a theist. Then even in darkness you will sense light hidden within it. Darkness is the womb of light. Do not be alarmed by darkness, nor afraid, nor anxious—be blissful, for the morning must be coming! And the denser the darkness, the nearer the dawn. Deep is this darkness; by the veils of selfishness we have been plundered. A wall of dead matter stands encircling, people speak as if turning their faces away; in this sky there is no sun, no moon, no star. An infinite ocean of imagination this, roaring as it girds the body, fierce— nothing is understood; where is the dusky shore? Beloved, give me that…

Question: First question: Osho, one more song I must sing, one more stanza I must hum. The true song is the one our own throats have sung in swelling joy; the true feeling is the one that surges up from our very life-breath. What use are others’ harmonies? I must come to my own scale. Beloved—your songs are very dear, these nectar-soaked songs of yours; I lay myself at their feet, but my songs are still virginal— their wedding too must now be arranged. Only the instrument of my life-breath has to be played. Until that Guest arrives I will wave the lamp of my tears. Until I meet the ocean, I will call out, as the pain of my own stream, to my very own. I have to smoulder in my own fire, I must awaken love in my depths.

Osho, your remembrance is filled with magic; my very life thrills, the mind dances. Sometimes I sing, sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry and sob. The stone of ego melts, tears stream from my eyes. The heart is plundered, the body feels deceived, the throat is choked, the voice trembles. My very life longs, sobbing, to be dissolved in you. Your remembrance is filled with magic; my life thrills, the mind dances.

Dharm Vedant! This is it—this is what all the arrangement is about. This field of religion, this Kaaba, is being raised so that once again you remember the Divine, whom you have forgotten for lifetimes; so that once again a blow falls upon your heart; so that the spring within, long dammed up, bursts forth. Many songs will rise, much fragrance will shower, many lamps will be lit. Keep going. The more you sink into meditation—and the more you sink into this nectar I call sannyas—the more incomparable miracles will begin to appear in your life, for the Divine will draw closer and closer; you will begin to hear the sound of His footsteps. On the horizon of dreams, someone sparkled, Sun-like, someone smiled. The spell of the night of grief is broken now— The gaze of longing arrived; thus someone arrived. He passed by, waking sleeping memories, Stirring a…

Osho, you have titled this series of talks “Sahaj Yoga.” Do “sahaj” and “yoga” not seem mutually opposed?

Anand Maitreya! They don’t just seem opposed, they are opposed. But no ultimate truth of life can manifest without contradiction. Life is made of opposites—darkness and light, day and night, woman and man, negative electricity and positive electricity, birth and death. The very structure of life is woven of opposites. Hence the opposites are not only opposed; they are complementary to each other. If you have labored hard all day, you will be able to sleep deeply. Labor and rest are opposites, yet only the one who has worked can rest deeply—and the one who has not worked cannot. So the opposites are not only opposed, they complete each other. And only the one who has rested deeply at night can rise in the morning and engage in work again. One who has not rested through the night will not be able to work in the morning. Look closely at…