Incompleteness

Osho, we are incomplete. However much we search outside or inside, how will the Whole ever be seen? How will we find the Whole?

It’s true. You are incomplete; all your seeking will remain incomplete. But non-seeking can be complete. Whatever you seek, you will be the seeker; it will be a search of your own hand, it will be like you. Whatever you make will carry your imprint. Whatever you construct, whatever you create, will be incomplete. If the maker is incomplete, how can the creation be complete? Quite right. Whatever you think will be incomplete. Whatever ideas you entertain will be fragmentary. Whatever conclusions you draw can never be whole and total. If you have faith, it will be incomplete; if you doubt, that too will be incomplete. You go into the world—half-and-half; you enter the temple—half-and-half. Because you are incomplete. That’s right. Then is there no way? God is complete and you are incomplete. And whatever you do will be incomplete—prayer incomplete, sadhana incomplete, samadhi incomplete. So how will you find…

The other day you talked about the guy who is afraid of touching his own navel. Osho, he is not alone here, because I suffer from the same problem.

And remember, that is the criterion. If a person can enjoy and celebrate his death, that shows he has lived rightly; there is no other criterion. Your death will prove how you have lived. The fruit proves the tree -- and death is the ultimate fruit of the tree that you are. How have you lived? Joyously? Has your life been a song and a dance? Has your life been a benediction, a blessing? Have you been grateful to God for giving you life? Then death will come as the ultimate gift -- from the same hands, from the same totality. And you will feel tremendously ecstatic. You will receive death, you will welcome death, you will embrace death. Death will be your ultimate love. But the person who has been repressing life, who has been repressing his sexuality, who has been repressing everything, who has never lived in any…

Osho, is it not true that as long as a person is incomplete, imperfect, the rhythms and melodies of life will not stop pursuing him? The question is: how is he to become complete?

If Buddha says it, it must be right. But don’t accept it as your belief. If Buddha says it, it must be right—there is no reason he would be wrong. He has passed through your state, gone beyond you; he too played with these games and toys. So whatever he says is likely to be right. But that is Buddha’s statement; do not make it your creed. You try to understand this play. In the very understanding of the play you will slowly see for yourself that Buddha is right. His rightness will become your experience. Suddenly you will find: the toys are slipping away, lying in a corner. One day every child’s toys lie in a corner; then they go to the trash heap; then they are not even remembered. Years pass, and you don’t even remember what happened to those toys without which even sleep was impossible. Surely…

Osho, you say that Mahavira had already become complete in a previous birth. But in this life he had to undertake austerities to find the means of expression. What kind of incompleteness is this within the complete? Doesn’t perfection itself include the acquisition of the means of expression?

No, the attainment of perfection does not include the means of expression. The perfection of expression is a perfection totally different from the perfection of realization. In fact, perfection is not one; there are innumerable perfections. This creates great difficulty for us. Perfection is not a single thing—there are infinite perfections. Mahavira even says “infinitely infinite.” If a person becomes perfect in one direction, it does not mean he has become perfect in all other directions. A person may paint and become perfect in painting; that does not mean he will be perfect in music, that he will be able to play the veena. The veena has its own perfection, its own direction. And if someone becomes perfect in playing the veena, it does not mean he will be perfect in dancing. Dancing has its own perfection. Perfection is multidimensional; it has many dimensions.