Talk #5 of the Series,
Come Follow to You, Vol. 4
We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar.Shape without form, shade without color,Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death's other KingdomRemember us – if at all – not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow menThe stuffed men.
"Strange…you compare yourself with me, and I don’t know what misery is, what frustration is."
Osho, From Death to Deathlessness #3
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