All Stars Are Within You
The first question:
For most of my life I have held myself aloof, separate and isolated,
and I have therefore been protected from people and situations.
My innermost fear has always been that if I opened my heart totally,
the vast love that I feel would rush out like water from an
overflowing well and be lost, diverted and rejected.
My essence is like a delicate flower and if it blossomed in the
wrong terrain, it could easily be badly bruised or destroyed. This
is my fear. Is this the time and place to open my heart totally?
It is one of the most basic fears of all human beings. This is
the fear that has created the monks and the nuns. The whole past of
humanity has been dominated by this fear - like a cancer of the
It looks very logical that if you share your love you will be
wasting it and soon you will become poor. This is the ordinary law
of economics: if you want to have more money don′t share it, be
miserly. Get as much as you can and give as little as possible. Then
only can you accumulate, then you can be rich.
This is true as far as the outside world is concerned, but this is
absolutely untrue about the inner world; there a totally different
law functions. The inner law is: if you don′t give you will lose; if
you give you will keep. The more you give the more you will have;
the less you give the less you will have. If you don′t give at all
then you will not have anything, you will be just utterly empty, a
grave, and inside the grave there is no possibility of any flower
blossoming. The flower needs the sun, the rain, the wind, the stars,
the sky, the birds. Howsoever delicate it is, it needs to open up to
existence. In that opening the fragrance is released, the imprisoned
splendour is released.
Tom, you are basically a monk. The word ′monk′ is significant; it
means ′one who lives a lonely life′, one who lives a life of no
relationship, of no relatedness, of no love, of no sharing; who
lives a windowless life closed on all sides, utterly closed in
himself out of the fear that if he opens up, who knows what will
happen to his tender heart, to his delicate inner being? He is
afraid of rejection, he is afraid of situations, he is afraid of the
unknown. He clings to himself, but this clinging only brings death.
He may go on dragging for years, but that is not life, that is slow
The very word ′monk′ means one who has decided to live a lonely
life. From the same root comes ′monastery′, where people live in
loneliness. From the same word come word like ′monopoly′,
′monotony′, ′monogamy′ .
Trying to live on your own, unbridged with others, is the most
dangerous idea that can possess anybody ever, and once it starts
taking on religious colours then it becomes very difficult to get
rid of it because it fulfils your ego, it nourishes all that is
wrong in you, it destroys all that is beautiful in you.
In a grave there is no possibility of roses flowering - inside a
grave - but there is a possibility of snakes and scorpions and
spiders - all that is ugly, all that is poisonous. If the grave is
completely closed its very air will be poison.
And millions of people are living the life of monks and nuns. They
may not have gone to the monastery, they may be living with their
wife, but closed, with their children, but closed. They may be
living in the world but so guardedly, so cautiously, so
calculatively that their life cannot have any joy, any dance, any
One needs a little courage to make life a celebration.
You say, Tom:
For most of my life I have
held myself aloof
You have been suicidal! Life means togetherness with existence,
with the trees, with the rivers, with the rocks, with people. with
animals, with all that is. To relate with it multi-dimensionally
that′s the only way to make your life rich. The more you relate. the
more multi-dimensional you are. the rich you are, the more you grow,
the more you blossom. There is still time. Drop this stupid idea of
being aloof separated and isolated. That you can do after you die!
Then you will have more than enough time. From your name it seems
you are a Christian. Then you will have more than enough time -
till the Last Judgement Day! Then you can live in your grave as a
monk, you can keep your Bible with you, you can keep your rosary.
But while you are alive, while this immense opportunity is given to
you, live it, rejoice in it!
Jesus says again and again to his disciples, ′Rejoice! Rejoice! I
say again rejoice′. Jesus was not a monk, he was a very alive man.
He lived with all kinds of people: the gamblers. the drunkards, the
prostitutes, the sinners, the tax collectors. He and not with the
idea of ′holier than thou′, he lived with great friendliness. He
enjoyed late parties, dances, music. And Believe me, he was not
continuously giving gospels, he was gossiping too! And he was a
drunkard, he loved wine - he shared it with his disciples. Fasting
was not his way but feasting!
Don′t be monkish. To be a man is such a great opportunity that there
is no need at all to waste it. And remember one thing: the things
that you are afraid of...
...that if I opened my heart totally, the
vast love that I feel would rush out like water from an overflowing
For whom are you feeling this vast love? Just for yourself? -
because love means to have a direction, an object. It is always
addressed to somebody. To whom is your love addressed? You are like
an unopened envelope: you have not even read what is written in the
letter, you don′t know whether the letter exists inside at all or if
you are simply carrying an empty envelope. Unless you open the
envelope you will never know. Open it!
And remember, the well never runs out because deep down the well is
connected with the oceans. The oceans are continuously reaching it
in small springs. In fact, if you don′t draw the water out of the
well it will die, because soon those springs will not be needed;
they will become blocked. They will not be in use, they will lose
their functioning, and the old water will become stale and dead,
maybe poisonous. It is good for the well-being of the well to go on
drawing water from it. The more water you take out, the more fresh
streams of water go on reaching the well. The well is not
disconnected from existence.
Your heart is certainly a well. If you keep it closed then you will
not get energy flowing into you from the universe. Go on emptying
yourself and you will be surprised - you are in for a great
surprise: the more you empty yourself, the fuller you are.
That′s why Gautam the Buddha emphasized the word shunya, ′zero′.
Become a zero! If you want to become full, his message is, just
become empty, a nothingness, just space, pure space, unlimited space
containing nothing. Just empty yourself totally and you will not be
able to believe it - a miracle happens.
When you are utterly empty, the whole existence enters you.
All the stars are within you and all the flowers are within you, the
sun and the moon are within you. Suddenly you see yourself as vast
as the universe itself.
To be nothing is the only way to be all. To be nobody is the only
way to be divine. Emptiness brings godliness.
And don′t be worried that your love will be lost - nothing is ever
lost. The world always contains the same amount of everything,
neither less nor more. Now this is a scientific fact: there is not a
single atom less than there ever was, not a single atom more than
there ever was. The quantity of the universe remains absolutely the
same, because from where can anything new come in? - the existence
contains all, there is ′nowhere else′. And where can anything go
out? There is nowhere else to go, so nothing is ever lost. Maybe it
takes a little longer to reach the right person, but it always
Sing the song and don′t be worried! It will reach the right people
at the right time, if not today then tomorrow, if not in your life
then in some other time. But it will reach - it is bound to reach!
It will always find the right person who can absorb it. Simply sing
the song. You should not be too concerned whom it reaches, your
whole concern should be that you are singing it with totality,
that′s all; more than that is not required of anybody. It is not
your business whether it has been heard or not.
When a flower opens in the jungle it is not worried whether anybody
will be passing by, ′to know the beautiful fragrance that I am
releasing′, it simply releases the fragrance. If it reaches to some
nostrils, good; if it does not reach, so what? The flower has
blossomed, it has offered itself to the universe. Now it is up to
the universe to do whatsoever it wants to do with it.
Nothing ever is lost and nothing is ever diverted and nothing is
But people feel rejected many times because even before they have
given something there is expectation; if their expectation is not
fulfilled then they feel rejected. It is the expectation that is
creating the trouble, not love.
Give love without any strings attached to it. Give love for the
sheer joy of giving. Enjoy giving it.
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, Tom Cassidy - 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
Just the other day one sannyasin asked, ′Osho, I have had one dream:
in the dream I am sitting in Buddha Hall alone. And then you come,
you sit in the chair, and I am very much 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!
Tom, don′t be worried.
My essence is like a delicate
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.
And you are worried:
if it blossomed in the
no wrong terrain anywhere. In fact, if a rose can blossom in a
desert that will be the most beautiful terrain - that will be an
exceptional rose. If it can blossom among rocks then that rose must
be a Buddha, not less than that, a Christ, not less than that. In
the right terrain, in the garden, ordinary flowers blossom but
extraordinary flowers blossom among the rocks too, in the deserts
too. So don′t be worried about the terrain, and don′t be worried
it could easily be badly bruised or
Everything that is born is going to be destroyed, so before it is
destroyed let it have its dance.
And you are asking me:
Is this the time and
place to open my heart totally?
Every time and every place is the right place! And because you
are here at this moment, let this be the place. Where can you find a
better space, with people more beautiful, more accepting, more
loving than you are surrounded by here in this Buddhafield?
Tom Cassidy, you have waited long enough - don′t wait anymore. This
is the time. This is the moment. Never trust the next moment - the
tomorrow never comes. Now or never!
The second question:
Are you a Guru? Yoy seem to fit the description I have heard: ′A
Guru is one who when invited into your house eats your food, fucks
your wife and, as he drives away in your car, you thank him for it.′
I am not a guru at all - at least I will not fit your definition.
Nobody can invite me. Even if the President of America invites me, I
am not going! I never accept anybody′s invitation. So, Babbo, rest
assured - I am not coming!
And I would not eat your food even if I came - I eat only my food.
I eat exactly the same food every day, morning, evening, year in,
year out. My kitchen people are getting bored, utterly bored. And
they only have to cook it, I have to eat it - it has nothing to do
with them! But just cooking it every day... I can understand the
austerity. It is really a great task for Vivek, Astha, Pragya,
Nirgun: every day doing the same thing, not even a little change.
I cannot eat your food. And as far as your wife is concerned don′t
be worried! When I take my bath I take my bath with my dress on so
that I do not have to look at the unemployed! Don′t be worried at
all - I hate to look at the unemployed!
And what car can you provide for me? Just for a hundred yards I have
one Rolls Royce - the latest. But it is the 1980 model and now it
is ′81, so the ′81 model is coming within a week. Just in case it
does not work I have a Mercedes Benz. So, two cars in front of my
porch for one hundred yards. What am I going to do with your car? I
never sit in anybody else′s car! So all that can fit with your
definition is the last thing:
you thank him for it.
You can thank
I am not a real guru, just a phony one! A real guru fits your
definition perfectly. Just not to reject you completely I accept one
thing: I accept your thank-you. I can neither accept your wife, nor
your food, nor your house, nor your car. But you may feel
Babbo, are you a Polack? - because only a Polack can ask such a
Did you hear, Babbo, about the jealous Polack husband whose wife
gave birth to twins?
He is still looking for the father of the second child.
A man doing research on birth control knocked at a Polack′s door
and asked the Polish woman who answered, ′Are you willing to answer
a few questions?′
′Are you married?′
′For how long?′
′Do you have any children?′
′And your husband, where is he?′
′Oh, he left me eight years ago.′
′Excuse my curiosity, but if your husband left you eight years ago,
how can you have so many children?′
′Ah well, you see, he comes back every year to ask for forgiveness.′
The Polish woman was recovering from a difficult labour, when the
head nurse came into her room and said, ′Here is your baby. He is
black!′ The Polack husband looked appalled. He glanced at his wife,
glanced at the baby, opened his mouth to say something, but his wife
got in first: ′Markowitz, I told you not to fuck around with the
Babbo, how did you manage to come from Poland? You made a great
journey and you arrived in time! I would have been happy if I could
have fitted your definition and been your guru, so excuse me. But
there are many gurus; you can search and you will find them.
I am not a guru at all! The very idea of guru and gurudom is ugly. I
am not teaching you anything, so how can I be a guru-′ On the
contrary, I am taking all your knowledge away fro you. A guru is one
who gives you knowledge.
I am an anti-guru! I take away your knowledge so that you can again
become innocent, so that you can again have the same awe and wonder
as a child has. I don′t inform you, I transform you. And I don′t
need anything from you.
I am absolutely fulfilled. There is nothing in this world or in the
other world which can have any attraction for no desires are
finished. I am here just hanging around to share whatever I have
experienced. There is nothing for me to gain. If I die right this
moment there will be no complaint because I am fulfilled, I am
utterly contented. I am not interested anything at all, but what I
have seen is so vast and so immense and so beautiful and so lovely
that I would like as many people as possible to share it before this
flower withers away.
The people who are gathered here are my friends, not my followers. I
am not creating any following. Every sannyasin is absolutely equal
to me. The only difference is very small: I am awake and he is
asleep. One day I was asleep, one day he will be awake, so there is
not much difference at all.
Babbo, you have to get rid of the idea of the guru. Here you will
not find any guru. Here you will find yourself, not the guru. I am
at the most a finger pointing to the moon the faraway moon. Don′t
catch hold of the finger. Don′t start biting my finger! Just look at
the moon and forget the finger totally - forget all about it.
The third question:
You said the other day, that Capricorns were singers, dancers and
drunkards. I had always thought that this was the definition of a
Scotsman. Well, it′s my birthday today (7th.) and I happen to be
both. Do you know any good Scottish jokes?
I know a few Scottish jokes, but I cannot guarantee that they are
good! In fact, good jokes are not really jokes, they are just good,
′goody′, too sweet! They don′t have spice. But I have tried to find
a few as far as it was possible, because my librarians, Lalita,
Nandan, Gayan - none of them are ′good′. They go on finding such
juicy jokes, and I am completely in their hands. I am such a lazy
man I don′t even read the jokes! My librarians do the reading, the
marking. They find the jokes for me.
In the morning when I see your questions I just choose a few jokes,
not bothering much whether they will fit with the question or not,
then somehow I manage.
The Scotsman fell in love with her at second sight. The first
time he met her he didn′t know she was rich.
The church was having trouble raising its annual budget. A member
of the congregation, an electrician, came up with a great idea. He
said, ′We will wire all of the seats and then, when our chairman of
fund-raising asks for pledges on Sunday morning we will follow
something like the following procedure: we will ask, "Will all those
who will pledge five dollars a week please stand up?" And then the
electrician will punch the five dollars button.′ They went through
this procedure up to what they felt would be the maximum limits of
some to pledge.
After the congregation had been dismissed, in the back row they
found that the only Scottish member of the congregation had been
The small Scottish boy said, ′Dad, you promised me a pound if I
was top of the class. Well, I did it!′
His father reluctantly handed over a pound note and said, ′There you
are, son. But don′t study so hard - it′s not good for you!′
The Scotsman had arrived home unexpectedly, and now he stared
suspiciously at a cigar smouldering in an ashtray.
′Where did that cigar come from?′ he thundered as his wife cowered
There was a pregnant pause. Then from the closet a shaky Scottish
masculine voice said, ′Cuba!′
And the last question:
I wanted my name to mean ′Love and Bliss′ and that′s exactly the
name you gave me. How do you do it?
There is nothing much in it, just a coincidence.
(Osho - Zen: Zest, Zip, Zap and Zing #12)
An American Indian boy came back home after his first day at
school and asked his father, ′Father, how come all the white boys
have short names like Jim, John, Dick, Tom, and we Indians have such
long ones like Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Thunder Cloud?′
′You see, my son, the white people are new. They do not have ancient
traditions. Their names have no significance; they are just casually
picked up, whereas for us a name, like everything else, always has a
meaning, a poetic significance which is inspired by the moment when
a woman becomes pregnant. For example, take your elder brother: your
mother and I were making love by the nest of a beautiful eagle when
he was conceived, so when he was born we called him Grey Eagle. And
we called your sister Moon Ray because she was conceived during the
full moon when its silvery light was filtering through the opening
of our wigwam. That is the beauty and the significance of our
customs. Do you understand now, Leaking Condom?′