The people who have known nothing of meditation cannot understand that eyes can be just a mirror, not projecting anything – no emotion, no sentiment. And in a mirror, what you see is your own reflection.
The master’s eyes are empty. You can jump into them without any question, because the whole world of the master and his friends is a world apart. It does not belong to the ordinary world.
I myself forget to blink if I am involved deeply in talking to you. Then the very natural process slows down…long gaps. And the eyes are the most significant contact points. So there is no question of fear as far as I am concerned.
My eyes are your eyes. And finally I would like that when I am gone, your eyes become my eyes. But this will be possible only if you have nourished a certain deep relationship with those eyes.
Somebody was asking me, “Now that you have allowed freedom to sannyasins not to compulsorily use red clothes or mala – it is up to them – how are we going to identify them?”
I said, “You don’t be worried – my people will be identified not by their clothes and by their mala, but by their eyes, the way they talk, the way they walk, the way they behave. I am spreading myself into my people.”
So there is no problem in it.
Being homeless, the caravanserai is finally at home. I love the moment-to-momentness of my life these days. I’m so beautifully surprised! What else do you have up your sleeve?
Don’t ask that! – because if you know beforehand you will miss the joy of being surprised. I certainly have many things up my sleeves – that’s why I keep them closed; nothing comes out!
But it has been really a great experience living moment to moment, not being certain of the next moment. Life is such. Having no home brings you to a great truth: there is no home and there is no certainty about the next moment. Everything is possible.
These few months have been very beautiful. It was a practical exercise of what I have been teaching to you.
And I have many more things in my sleeves…. You will come to know at the exact time!
From birth onwards, time seemed to me to go faster and faster. But since we left America, just over two months ago, it feels to me like whole lifetimes have passed. Osho, what have you done to time?