Rabiya said, “You may think whatever you want to think but the reality is that inside my house there is no light at all. When I started searching there was some light outside. Thinking that some light is absolutely necessary to find it, I came out and started looking. And now you have made things even worse by stopping me; now even outside it is dark.”
The man said, “Don’t be worried. If it is lost inside it will be found. It is not lost at all.”
The search becomes difficult because we go on searching for it where we have not lost it. The mystic rose, our very being, does not blossom into gardens or into forests or into the Himalayas. It blossoms into your own consciousness. It is another name, a symbolic name, of the opening of the beauty of consciousness – with fragrance, with delicacy, with joy, with a dance. But because it is so easy, that’s why it is so difficult. Its being easy is making it difficult.
You are saying, “In the two minutes of silence and let-go the other night, you took us to the highest level of consciousness.” I have not taken you anywhere. You are just here. But because you allowed the silence and the let-go…it is all up to you.
I cannot force you towards let-go.
I cannot force you to enter into this silence.
I can simply create a longing in you, a thirst, and a trust that you are not going to lose anything by becoming silent for two minutes and then a let-go…
(Throughout the last few minutes, gusts of wind have come, and outbursts of hysterical giggling in the hall. Osho has kept on speaking, but now he stops. Now there is only the sound of wind and rain, the immensity of his silence, and still – unbelievably – the giggling. Finally he speaks.)
This is out of the joke.
(But the giggling continues. Osho rises from his seat without further comment, namastes and walks to the exit. He raises his arm in salute, and the stunned assembly responds – “Yaa-Hoo!”)
(Away from the microphone, his words can be heard only by those in the first few rows.)
Don’t wait for me to come out tomorrow night.