From Ignorance to Innocence - Osho - Oshorajneesh.com

CHAPTER 18. ONE GOD, ONE MESSENGER, ONE BOOK – ONE BIG LIE
saying, ”Nobody is my follower, and I am not your leader, teacher, Master, anything.” But people
repeat these words and say, ”We are Krishnamurtiites.”
When Krishnamurti dies they will again join together, because the Master is dead now and
something has to be done in his memory – make a temple, make a church, make a memorial,
make an organization – so his truth goes on living.
Truth is not some thing.
It is not a thing that you can preserve. It disappears with the person who has experienced it.
Can you preserve love?
There may be two great lovers and you see the phenomenon of love happening; can you preserve
this phenomenon? Those two lovers die; can you preserve that climate? – that transfiguration that
was happening between those two persons? How can you? It is not a thing; you cannot hold it in
your hands, and you cannot put it in a safe deposit. You cannot make a temple out of it or a church
out of it or a creed out of it.
Love happens between two persons – truth is even more difficult: it happens within a single individual
being. At least in love there were two, and there was something visible outside also. Any observer
could have seen something intangible but yet comprehensible transpiring between two persons. You
can see it in their eyes, in their faces.
Once I was traveling in a train, and a couple was with me, a very old couple, a Spanish couple.
They had come to India to travel. The man must have been eighty, the woman must have been
seventy-five; it was time they should have been in their graves. But I was surprised to see their
love – because we had to be together for twenty-four hours – in each and everything that they did,
just small things. It is not in big things that you have to show your love, just small things... but I
could almost touch their love. It was so visible you could see it. I asked the old man, ”This is a rare
phenomenon; how long have you been together?”
He said, ”If you count the years, we must have been together for at least sixty years – she was fifteen
when I first met her – but those sixty years don’t seem to me as sixty years; they have all become a
small moment, condensed, herenow. I never think of all those moments that have passed because
this moment contains all of them.”
But once these people are gone, you will not find that aroma, that aura, that feel. It will be gone too;
it is too subtle.
With truth it is even more difficult, because it is a single individual who has experienced his own
being and is so full of ecstasy that if you allow, he may overflow; if you are available, he may enter
in you.
If you are reluctant and resistant... this phenomenon is so delicate that a little resistance on your
part and you miss it.
From Ignorance to Innocence 256 Osho