When the Shoe Fits - Oshorajneesh.com

17 October 1974 am in Buddha Hall
CHAPTER 7
Autumn Floods
THE AUTUMN FLOODS HAD COME. THOUSANDS OF WILD TORRENTS POURED FURIOUSLY
INTO THE YELLOW RIVER. IT SURGED AND FLOODED ITS BANKS UNTIL, LOOKING ACROSS,
YOU COULD NOT TELL AN OX FROM A HORSE ON THE OTHER SIDE.
THEN THE RIVER GOD LAUGHED, DELIGHTED TO THINK THAT ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE
WORLD HAD FALLEN INTO HIS KEEPING.
SO DOWNSTREAM HE SWUNG, UNTIL HE CAME TO THE OCEAN. THERE HE LOOKED OUT
OVER THE WAVES TOWARD THE EMPTY HORIZON IN THE EAST, AND HIS FACE FELL.
GAZING OUT AT THE FAR HORIZON HE CAME TO HIS SENSES AND MURMURED TO THE
OCEAN GOD. WELL, THE PROVERB IS RIGHT. HE WHO HAS GOT HIMSELF A HUNDRED
IDEAS THINKS HE KNOWS MORE THAN ANYBODY ELSE. SUCH A ONE AM I. ONLY NOW DO
I SEE WHAT THEY MEAN BY EXPANSE!
THE OCEAN GOD REPLIED: CAN YOU TALK ABOUT THE SEA TO A FROG IN A WELL? CAN
YOU TALK ABOUT ICE TO DRAGONFLIES? CAN YOU TALK ABOUT THE WAY OF LIFE TO A
DOCTOR OF PHILOSOPHY?
Life is experience, and not theory. It needs no explanation. It is there in all its glory, just to be lived,
enjoyed, delighted in. It is not a riddle, it is a mystery. A riddle is something which can be solved,
a mystery is something which can never be solved. A mystery is something you can become one
with, you can dissolve into it, you can melt into it – you yourself can become mysterious. This is the
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