It is the same earth on which Buddha has lived, Christ has lived, and on which all kinds of miserable people are living. It is the same sky, the same stars, but people’s choices are different. Man creates himself by his own choice.
One has to become inwardly rich, one has to conquer oneself; one has to become centred at the very core of one’s being.
Rather than wasting energy in something man-made, why not discover that which god has made within you?
With such a small life, with such a small energy source, it is simply stupid to waste it in sadness, in anger, in hatred, in jealousy. Use it in love, use it in some creative act, use it in friendship, use it in meditation: Do something with it which takes you higher. And the higher you go, the more energy sources become available to you. At the highest point of consciousness, you are almost a godliness.
Life is nothing but an opportunity to find it.
There is nothing more valuable than meditation. The people who have not tasted meditation are the poorest in the world. They may have all the riches, but still they are beggars because they have not known the real treasure yer — the treasure that cannot be destroyed by death, the treasure that cannot be taken away from you, the treasure that you are.
We are carrying an inexhaustible treasure of diamonds but we are not exploring it. We have completely forgotten to explore our own inner world. We have become too obsessed with the outside. We have become so outwardly, so extrovert, that not only do we not explore the inside, we don’t believe that there is any inside. That’s what people say when they say there is no soul, no god. In fact they are saying there is no interiority to man. They are saying there is no interiority to existence. They are talking nonsense because the outer cannot exist without the inner, nor can the inner exist without the outer.
In the ancient days the so-called saints talked nonsense: they said the outer is false, the inner is true. Now the pendulum has moved to the other extreme. Now people say that the inner is false, only the outer is true. Both are wrong, both are lopsided, both are extremists. My approach is that both the outer and the inner are true, and one has to be aware of both, then only is life really balanced, harmonious. Then life is a synthesis and a song.
Turn in, search inside. Our true reality is there. And the wonder of wonders is that the moment you know your own treasure, the whole existence becomes infinitely more beautiful because it starts reflecting your richness. Existence is like a mirror: it reflects you. If you are rich, fulfilled, contented, it reflects your richness, fulfillment, contentment. If you are poor, ugly, depressed, it reflects that. It simply goes on echoing you. The same existence becomes hell for a few people and becomes a paradise for a few other people. It all depends on you.
The whole magic is in the art of meditation. Without meditation the world is a hell, life is hell. With meditation it is paradise.
Osho – Fingers Pointing to the Moon (With Meditation Life Is Paradise)
I’m the beginning and the end of every word, every feeling, every beat…everything. I am mostly what I always dreamed to be and sometimes what I feared more to became. I’m my biggest love and sometimes I simply choose not to love the most my own. I believe and fear the most my nature. I love and adore everyday the most the way I am and still I continue to worship “Something” I don’t really know and I will never understand. I believe every night in my strength and that I am the only owner of my destiny but someday I just surrender hopeless to the fate and gods. I was able to give an explanation to everything that surrounds me but at times I don’t even understand the way I feel. I am the beginning and the end of every breath, every smile, every tear…everything…
The meeting with oneself is, at first, the meeting with one’s own shadow. The shadow is a tight passage, a narrow door, whose painful constriction no one is spared who goes down to the deep well. But one must learn to know oneself in order to know who one is. For what comes after the door is, surprisingly enough, a boundless expanse full of unprecedented uncertainty, with apparently no inside and no outside, no above and no below, no here and no there, no mine and no thine, no good and no bad. It is the world of water, where all life floats in suspension; where the realm of the sympathetic system, the soul of everything living, begins; where I am indivisibly this and that; where I experience the other in myself and the other-than-myself experiences me.
Carl Gustav Jung, The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious (via yourbonyknees)