The cuckoo calling in the distance – not worried at all whether anybody is enjoying it or not. The faraway star – do you think it is concerned whether a poet is writing a beautiful poem about it, or a Vincent van Gogh is painting it, or a photographer or an astronomer are concerned about it? It is none of the business of the star. The joy is in shining forth.
Simply open up your heart – and open it totally, without any expectations, without any conditions, and it is sure to reach to the right heart; it always happens.
When I started singing my song there was nobody to hear it, then people started coming. I was surprised – how did they hear? Why did these people go on coming? From all directions, from all over the world people started coming. How did you arrive here? And I was not waiting for anybody to come. I was just singing my song, I was enjoying it.
Just the other day someone asked, “Osho, I have had a dream. In the dream I am sitting alone in Buddha Hall. And then you come, you sit in the chair, and I am very puzzled because I am alone and there is nobody else in Buddha Hall, the whole of Buddha Hall is empty. And I am worried about what you are going to do!”
You need not be worried – I will do my thing! I cannot leave you alone. I will talk to you for one and a half hours continuously. And you cannot escape either! When there are so many people, a few people can escape, but if you are alone where can you go? I will follow you!
Without anybody there at all, even if you are not there and I am alone in Buddha Hall, I will sing my song. Try it one day I will still tell my jokes, and if there is nobody to laugh at them I will laugh myself – if not at the joke, because I know it already, then just because I am laughing, laughing that there is nobody and I am telling a joke. How ridiculous!
Don’t be worried. You say: “My essence is like a delicate flower…” So let it be. It is beautiful it is a delicate flower. Let others also partake of its fragrance, let others also drink out of your well. And soon the flower will die – by the evening it will be gone, so don’t hide it, because even if you hide it you cannot save it. In the morning the rose opens its petals, in the evening the petals will wither away and the rose will be gone. Before it is gone, let it be shared; let the bees come and hum and let the birds sing, let the children play around it. Let everybody rejoice. Otherwise you will be dying unfulfilled.
It is a delicate flower, but the more delicate it is, the more quickly one has to open it to existence because one cannot wait for tomorrow – it may not be there tomorrow.