Hyakujo: The Everest of Zen, with Basho's Haikus - Oshorajneesh.com

CHAPTER 8. WHAT WORDS CANNOT SAY...But soon I found that meditation camps began creating trouble for me. In Rajasthan, in theirassembly, they decided that I should not be allowed into Rajasthan. I had been going to MountAbu which is in Rajasthan. In Gujarat, at that time, Morarji Desai was the chief minister. Hehimself proposed to the assembly that my coming to Gujarat should be prohibited. I used to goto Bhavanagar, to Rajkot, to Jamnagar, to Dwarka – and there were a few very beautiful places forcamps – Nargol... miles and miles of huge saru trees. The sun never reaches underneath thembecause on top they are so full of leaves, branches, and they grow very close. And by the side ofthe sea you can hear the sound of the sea waves and listen – sitting, not together, but scattered inthe forest.So it became a trouble that my camps should be stopped everywhere. Now, my camps were notdoing any harm to anybody. And in my camps only people were coming who wanted to come.Seeing this happening throughout the world, I have come to the conclusion there is no democracyanywhere.Everywhere there is talk about democracy, freedom of speech, but it is all talk. The moment youfind a man who has something to say, you immediately start stopping him. Yes, there is freedom ofgossiping but there is no freedom to say the truth. You are free to lie as much as you can. Nobodywill prevent you, no government will ever bother about you, but if you start talking about truth...And even more dangerous is to give people a certain direction so they can move into their ownrealization. This is very dangerous to all the vested interests.I had to remain in Poona and have dropped going anywhere – whoever wants to come herecan come. This is my way of finding out the authentic seekers who are not interested in mentalgymnastics, but are really dying to know what their life springs are – from where they are coming,to where they are going, what is their reality. They don’t want any verbal answer; they want anexperience.Hyakujo must have been very sad. I can say it out of my own experience. Thirty years simplywasted, because out of those crowds which I talked to around the country, rarely does anybodycome here. Naturally, they have not heard me, they have not felt me, they have not seen thatsomething absolutely important is possible even in their life. Just a little sense of direction has to begiven to them.Those who have been coming here in thousands, from all over the world, are a different categoryof people. They don’t belong to the crowds. They are seekers and searchers, and they are readyto risk their reputation. People are afraid to come here just to save their reputation. To be evenassociated with me, and they lose their social status. I am a dangerous man. They also becomepart of the great dangerousness. Nobody knows what the danger is.Somebody once in a while dares to come in and is shocked why he has missed for so many years.He may even be living in Poona, he may be passing the gate every day, but just to be associatedis dangerous because these people in the Buddha Auditorium don’t belong to any religion, don’tbelong to any nation, don’t belong to any stupid ideas of inequality. Here nobody is a man or awoman, nobody is rich or poor. Everybody is in the same boat making every effort to reach to theother shore.Hyakujo: The Everest of Zen, with Basho’s Haikus 115 Osho