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Chapter 13: Five Doors toYour House

“I’m going all over the place,” simply indicates he believes in his “I” and he also believes that he can go somewhere. He has heard about the five flavors of Zen, but about them he is also not exactly clear. “The five flavors of Zen” simply means your five senses fully awake. Even one sense fully awake will do. If you can see without any clouds of thoughts passing through the sky of your eyes it is enough.

But nature is always a giver in abundance. A single sense would have been able to experience your being. Instead of one, existence has given you five senses - and still you have not found yourself. Five doors, and you have not entered into your own house. One would have been enough.

The five flavors of Zen mean five sensitivities. One can reach to Zen, to oneself, by smelling a roseflower. If you can become one with the rose, its fragrance; if you can forget yourself for a moment and just the rose remains - just for a moment the observer and the observed are one - you have found it. The truth, the beauty.what philosophers have been discussing, what poets have been singing, what musicians have been trying to produce on their instruments.

But nobody succeeds. Even the greatest poet knows: the greater the poet, the more the experience that he has failed.

One of the greatest poets of India, Rabindranath Tagore, was on his deathbed. One of his old friends was consoling him: “Don’t be worried. Death comes to everybody and you have lived enough and lived richly. What more can one expect?”

Rabindranath opened his eyes and he said, “You are right and yet. I want it to be noted for future generations that I have not sung the song that I wanted to.”

He has left six thousand songs.

The man was puzzled because the greatest western poet, Shelley, had only two thousand songs to his name. Rabindranath had six thousand songs which could be put to music; which are not only poetries, which can also be sung. Yet his last statement is: “These were all my failures. Six thousand times I have failed; I have been trying to say something and it eludes me.”

The greater the musician, the greater the experience that the music that his being wanted to create, that his instrument.

[A furious monsoon rainstorm erupts and the power briefly goes out, plunging the whole assembly into an abrupt and silent darkness. When the power returns, Osho waits a few moments before beginning again.]

Do you hear the rain?

If you can hear it intensely, totally, this moment can become your enlightenment.

It is not a question to be discussed, it is an inquiry into your own inner space. It is stopping the mind from its wavering thoughts and coming to a stillness within you where nothing moves.

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