Sadness

Osho, you say sadness isn’t right, but in the presence of death, how can one be free of sadness?

It’s a matter of vision. Where is death right now! Right now you are alive. One thing is certain: you haven’t died yet. If, while life is here, you are not filled with the joy of life, then by bringing up death... Death hasn’t happened yet; it may happen someday. And who knows whether it happens at all! For those who know say: it never happens. They say death is the greatest lie. It doesn’t happen—only an appearance. The body does not die, because the body is already dead. And the soul cannot die, because the soul is immortal. The conjunction of the two breaks. The breaking of the conjunction is called death—that’s all. Understand it this way: the needle and the thread have come apart. Just that. Nothing more. The needle is there; the thread is there. You can thread them again. If a little desire remains, the thread…

Osho, why is there so much secrecy in the ashram?

The ashram is not a marketplace; it is not open to the crowd. Here I am available to those few who genuinely want to be transformed. Sightseers, passersby—there is no purpose in their coming here. The invitation is only for those who have truly come close to transformation, for that small number. Therefore there is privacy in every respect. And the privacy will increase. Because as I see that more of the unnecessary can be sifted out, I will sift them out—since they themselves gain nothing, and by their presence they do not let others gain either. I have remained open to all for a long time and have seen what happens. I found that the crowd of the pointless becomes so thick that the meaningful person gets no chance at all. The merely curious surround so much that the true inquirer is left standing at the back. The mumukshu—the…

Day by day, near you, I find myself liking my sadness. What is happening to me, Osho?

That's how it should be. If you can like your sadness also, then the sadness is no longer sad. The sadness is sad because you dislike it. The sadness is sad because you would not like to be in it. The sadness is sad because you reject it. Even sadness becomes a flowering of tremendous beauty, of silence, of depth, if you like it. Nothing is wrong; that's what I want you to be: to like everything that happens, even sadness. Even death has to be loved; only then will you transcend death. If you can accept death, love and welcome it, now death cannot kill you; you have transcended it. When sadness comes, accept it. Listen to its song. It has something to give to you. It has a gift which no happiness can give to you, only sadness can give it. Happiness is always shallow; sadness, always deep.…

Beloved master, why does my sadness feel more real than my happiness? I want so much to be real and authentic, not to wear any masks. But this seems to mean so much rejection by others. Is it possible to be so alone?

When I became a professor in the university, there was a line of beautiful trees. I used to park my car under one tree. And it had always been my privilege -- I don't know why -- that wherever I sat in the common room for the professors, nobody would sit on the chair I used, nobody would sit even by the side of the chair. They thought me a little dangerous. A man who has no friends, a man who has strange thoughts, a man who is against all religions, against all traditions, a man who can oppose single-handedly people like Mahatma Gandhi, who is worshipped by the whole country -- they thought, "It is better to keep away from this man. He can put some idea in your mind, and you may be in some difficulty." I used to park my car under that one tree. Nobody else…