Separation

Osho, in the state of separation (viraha), is the devotee miserable or happy?

And there is delight in it. There is delight even in weeping! For the first time crying does not seem the opposite of joy. This is the secret that unfolds in the state of separation. For the first time one feels a harmony between tears and smiles. Tears themselves seem to smile; tears themselves seem to dance. Ordinarily we have known tears only for sorrow; the devotee comes to know the tears of joy. The pang does sting, yes—but within the pang is a sweetness, a honeyed savor. Call it a sweet pain—honey-drenched, intoxicating. The arrow of separation pierces the heart, and a stream of nectar flows. This happens together. I have tasted such rapture that even feeling it became difficult; as your pain kept dwelling in my heart, it itself became my heart. At first, life in love was impossible; now the end is such that even dying has…

Osho, in the state of separation (viraha), is the devotee unhappy or happy?

Both unhappy and happy. The devotee’s state of separation is a great paradox! He is unhappy because the Divine seems just about to be found, and yet is not found. The sound of His footsteps seems to be approaching—now He comes, now He comes—and still the meeting has not happened. The taste has touched the tongue, but the ocean has not yet been reached. So he is unhappy and happy too—happy because he is blessed. How often does even this happen? Only in the lives of a few blessed ones. When he looks back at others, he finds himself happy: at least I am weeping, but I am weeping for the Divine. I am more blessed than those who weep for money, for position and prestige; who weep over how to reach Delhi. I am better than them; I am blessed compared to them. The sufferings of this world no…

Question: Last question: Osho, what is viraha? On the path of devotion, viraha is half the journey and union the remaining half. There are only two steps in devotion—viraha and union. First viraha, then union. Only the one who longs in separation will arrive. Viraha means I do not know who I am. Viraha means I do not know where the Divine is, where it is hiding. Viraha means I do not find the meaning of my life. Viraha means tears upon tears are spread over my soul; I am crying, I am calling; no way is seen, there is darkness; I grope, I wander; I fall, I rise. Viraha is thirst. Viraha is yearning. There is something that is not being revealed—and if it were to be revealed, life would find meaning, harmony would come into life, music would arise.

Osho, is it necessary to pass through the state of separation for union with the Divine?

I wrote and sent countless letters, still, cruel one, you did not come. The desolate garden’s days rolled by, dark monsoon clouds kept gathering; the henna beds breathed fragrance, the thresholds rang with birdsong, the neem in the courtyard flowered, the mango grove at home bloomed. Everything spoke—only you were silent; I sat alone, my heart caged. Laughter lost, joy lost, sleep was sold, peace squandered. At whose temple shall I wave the lamp? At whose door shall I surrender? To whom shall I send my silent messages, to whom my tender invitation? I wrote and sent countless letters, none ever returned to me. All came—only you did not; why this cruel spell upon me? Such intense longing took hold, such efforts did it compel. The threshold fell hush and mute, the latch kept clicking, waiting; the clouds swayed low and bowed, the rains held back, still waiting. Whenever your…