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Chapter 12: The Other Shore

In Buddhism there are two schools: Hinayana and Mahayana. Hinayana belongs to the world of the arhatas. Hinayana means a small boat, so small that only you can go to the farther shore; you cannot accept anybody else, otherwise not only he will be drowned, you will be drowned with him. The boat is so small.

Mahayana means a big ship; that is the way of the of the bodhisattva. He goes on inviting people: he creates a Noah’s Ark and he goes on inviting all kinds of people to become part of his commune, his sangha, because the ship is going to leave soon. He collects thousands of people and then moves towards the farther shore. He is the great master.

Osho,
Concerning this morning’s insights on science and mysticism, these words of D.H. Lawrence:

“It is easy to see why man kills the thing he loves. To know a living thing is to kill it. One should be sufficiently intelligent and interested to know a good deal about any person one comes in close contact with. About her. About him. But to try to know any living being is to suck the life out of that being. Above all things, with the woman one loves. Every sacred instinct teaches one that one must leave her unknown. You know your woman darkly, in the blood. To try to know her mentally is to kill her. Beware, O woman, of the man who wants to find out what you are. And, O man, beware a thousand times more of the woman who wants to know you, or get you, what you are. Man does so horribly want to master the secret of life and of individuality with his mind. Keep knowledge for the world of matter, force and function. It has got nothing to do with being.”

And again:

“Love ought not to be perfect. It ought to have perfect moments and wildernesses of thorn bushes, which it has. A perfect relationship ought not to be possible. Every relationship should have its absolute limits, essential to the soul of each individual. A truly perfect relationship is one in which each party leaves great tracts of the other unknown. “

Isn’t that also a description of a poet - a mystic? Ah, Osho, there comes a glimpse of your mysterious, mischievous smile. You never stop your loving embrace with life.

I love these two men immensely: Friedrich Nietzsche and D.H. Lawrence. Both had the capacity to become enlightened masters, but both missed. Still, they had glimpses - glimpses of great insight.

D. H. Lawrence is a great poet and has something of the mystic in him too, but the only unfortunate thing is that he never became interested in meditation as such, he never tried to seek and search for his innermost core. And he was very close to it, so close that even not knowing about it something of it has penetrated into his words.

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