de Mystieke Roos

The heart is the soil – trust is the climate

BELOVED OSHO,

IN WHAT SOIL AND IN WHICH CLIMATE MIGHT ONE FIND THE MYSTIC

ROSE?

Maneesha, the symbol of mystic rose
vibrates  tremendously  significant
memories…
It  was  one  day  in  the  early  morning,  a
gathering of  seekers  just  like you are… but
the  time  goes  twenty-five  centuries  back.
Gautam  Buddha  was  expected  to  deliver
his morning sermon.
Everybody was  surprised… He  came
right  on  time,  carrying a  rose  in  his  hand.
They  had  listened  to  him  for many  years,
and  he  has  never  carried  anything.
Everybody  wondered:  What  is  this  rose,
and  why  is  he  carrying  it?  But  they  sat
silently – perhaps he will explain.
And  he  did  explain,  but  not  with
words.
He sat silently looking at the rose. The rose
was  immensely  beautiful.  So  were  those
two  eyes,  so  was  that  silent  moment  -
pregnant, expectant, that he is going to say
something  very  special.
He  was  -  but  he  was  not  using  words.
There  are  things  which  can  be  shown  but
cannot  be  said.
The  silence became heavy; people were not
accustomed.  This  behavior  of  Gautam
Buddha  was  so  unexpected,  so  new.
Everybody  sat  like  a  marble  statue  and
Buddha was  looking at  the rose with such
blissfulness,  showering  so  much  love  and
so much blessing and so much grace on the
rose  that  nobody  dared  to  interrupt  him
and ask, What is going on?
At that very moment…
Mahakashyap  was  a  very  strange
disciple of Gautam Buddha; he is known to
be the founder of the long tradition of Zen.
And  this  moment  when  Gautam
Buddha  was  looking  at  the  rose  is  the
moment of a source that is still blossoming.
Perhaps  it  is  the  only  rose  that  has  not
faded  away. Many  others  have  blossomed
and faded away.
Mahakashyapa’s  laughing  shocked
everybody. They were not  even  courageous
enough  to  ask  the  question,  and  this
strange  fellow  -  he  was  strange  from  the
very  beginning.  Since  he  had  come  he  had
never  asked  a  question.  He  had
monopolized  a  tree,  under  which  nobody
else  dared  to  sit. Whether  he  was  late  or
early, his place was certain.
People  even  wondered  -  does  he
understand  what  Gautam  Buddha  is
saying?  or  does  he  simply  take  a  good
morning  sleep? because he always  listened
with  closed  eyes.  He  never  made  any
friends;  even  if  people  wanted  to  talk  to
him,  he  would  simply  make  one  simple
sign.
That’s  the  sign  which  Avirbhava
makes  to  me.  Whenever  I  want  to  say
something to her, either she screams to stop
me, or she makes this sign…
Slowly,  slowly people accepted  that
Mahakashyap was a little bit crazy… but a
very  silent and beautiful person. He was a
prince, had  left his kingdom. He  just  came
to  see  Gautam  Buddha  and  never  went
back. He never even asked for initiation. He
simply  touched  Gautam  Buddha’s  feet,
tears rolled down from his eyes and he said
to Gautam Buddha, “I am grateful that you
initiated me.”
Those who were  present  said,  “This
is  strange,  he  has  taken  everything  upon
himself.  He  has  touched  the  feet,  he  has
cried  and  now  he  is  thanking  Gautam   2
Buddha:  `I  am  thankful  and  grateful  that
you have initiated me.’ ”
And  since  then  there  had  been  no
communication,  verbally  at  least, between
Mahakashyap and Gautam Buddha.
But  this  day  -  it  must  have  been
after  ten  years  -  he  laughed  and  people
became aware that he was still here. People
had  started  forgetting.  A  person  who
remains  for  ten years without making any
noise,  naturally,  is  taken  for  granted.  Just
as  the  tree was  taken  for  granted,  he was
also taken for granted.
But his sudden burst of laughter…
Gautam  Buddha  called  him  close
and  gave  him  the  rose.  And  he  told  the
other  ten  thousand  disciples,  “What  I  can
give you in words I have given to you. And
what  I  cannot  give  in  words  I  am
transferring to Mahakashyap.”
Thus began a strange transference of
the  innermost  experience  of  truth  from  the
master to the disciple. Mahakashyap never
wrote  anything  and  Mahakashyap  never
did  anything.  It  is  not  known  how  he
initiated  people.  The  man  was  not  only
strange, his methods were also strange.
Before  dying  he  gave  his  robe  to  a
person  to  whom  he  had  never  spoken  a
single  word.  And  the  person  touched  the
feet  of Mahakashyap  and  again  the  same
story…  the  tears  of  joy  and  gratitude  and
thankfulness. And the man said, “You were
a  great master; you have given me a  great
responsibility, but I promise you that I will
fulfill  it  with  my  total  heart.”  This  man
became  the  second  patriarch  of  Zen
Buddhism. And because Mahakashyap gave
his  robe,  this became  the  form of  choosing
the  successor.  For  all  these  twenty-five
centuries,  Zen  masters  have  chosen  their
successors  by  just  giving  them  their  bowl,
their robe.
It  is  called  the  transmission  of  the
light, the opening of the mystic rose.
You are asking: “In what soil and in
which  climate  might  one  find  the  mystic
rose?”
Your  heart  is  the  soil.
Your  trust  is  the  climate.
And  your  being  is  the  mystic  rose  -  its
opening,  blossoming,  releasing  its
fragrance.
The  mystic  rose  became  just  a
symbol of the man whose being is dormant
no  more,  is  asleep  no  more,  but  is  fully
awake  and  has  opened  all  its  petals  and
has become sensitive to all that is truthful,
beautiful,  good  -  the  very  splendor  of
existence. His being has become part of the
eternal and the immortal. He is no more the
same man he used  to be. He has  found his
real self, his original face.
The  only  way  is  to  look  inwards:
there  is  the  soil.  To  look with  trust, with
love  and  with  a  guarantee  that  if  other
people  have  found  themselves  there  is  no
reason why you cannot find.
The  day  Gautam  Buddha  became
awakened,  something  in  you  has  also
become awakened. No man is an island; we
are all  connected, deep down  in  our  roots.
In the awakening of Gautam Buddha or  in
the  laughter  of Mahakashyap  I  am  also  a
part. The moment  I understood  the beauty
and silence of those tears, something in me
has also responded.
Just  in  this  century,  Carl  Gustav
Jung has been able to find a right word  for
this  experience which  in  the past  has  been
called  the  transmission,  the  transfer,  the
communion.  Jung’s word  is  certainly  very
significant  -  although  he  himself  is  not  a
mystic, he is a man of great intelligence. He
calls  it  synchronicity. And  it was  only by
chance that he discovered the word.   3
He was staying in an old castle with
a friend. The old castle had two big antique
clocks and  the mystery about  those  clocks
was  that  they  were  hanging  on  the  same
wall – and people used to come to see them
- and they always kept the same time. Even
if you disturbed their balance, set one clock
a  few  minutes  back  or  put  it  ahead,  you
would  be  surprised:  soon,  within  a  few
minutes,  they  would  start  coming  back
again, closer to each other.
Jung  was  very  mystified  -  what
miracle  is  there?  There  was  really  no
miracle,  it  was  a  very  simple  thing,  but
nobody  before  Jung  had  bothered.
Everybody  thought  it  was  something
mysterious.  It  was  something  mysterious,
but  it  is  not  something  that  cannot  be
understood.  The  mystery  was  that  the
clocks  were  hung  upon  a  piece  of  board,
very sensitive wood, so that the “tick-tick”
of one clock was heard by the other clock -
“tick-tick”  -  and  they  would  slowly  find
that  they  were  not  in  step.  Something
vibrated  on  the  wood,  and  the  clocks  fell
into step.
Jung was  in  great  difficulty  to  find
the right word. What is happening between
these  two  clocks?  He  coined  the  word
`synchronicity’  -  something  like  deep
sympathy,  such  a  deep  love  that  they
cannot move differently.
The mystic rose… When it was given
to  Mahakashyap,  certainly  there  were
many disciples who asked Buddha, “We are
puzzled – what is happening? You have not
said a word; neither has he said any word,
not  even  in  thankfulness.  You  have  given
him  the  rose  and  he  has  received  it.  No
language has been used from either side.”
Gautam Buddha said, “It  is  for that
purpose  I have brought  the  rose.  It  is very
symbolic, because the heart  is so beautiful,
your innermost being is beautiful as no rose
can be, but  the  rose  is  the nearest  symbol.
And when  it  opens…  the  fragrance  also  is
the  closest  symbol,  because  the  same
fragrance,  similar  – of a higher  level, more
mysterious  -  the  rose  can  represent  in  the
mundane world of our day-to-day reality.
“This  rose  that  I  have  given  to
Mahakashyap will  die. Right  now  it  is  so
alive, so beautiful and so young. Just by the
evening  its  petals  will  start  dropping,
dying.  Today  it  is  -  tomorrow  there  will
not be even a trace left behind. Tomorrow it
will  be  impossible  to  think  what  beauty,
what  fragrance has been existing  in reality
yesterday.”
One of Gautam Buddha’s most basic
philosophical  standpoints  is
momentariness.  Everything  is  only  in  the
moment.  It  is  changing.  Nothing  is
permanent. What seems to be permanent  is
your  inability  to  see  the  impermanence  of
it!  Otherwise…  mountains  disappear,
continents  disappear,  stars  disappear,
what to say about flowers? Everything that
is born, dies. Only this moment is real; you
cannot be certain about the next moment.
The  rose  flower  signifies  his
fundamental attitude of momentariness.
Nataraj has asked a question which
will be very significant  in this reference. It
will help you to understand the mystic rose
and  it  will  help  him  to  understand  the
answer to his question.

He has asked:
PLEASE  SPEAK  TO  US  ON  THESE  FEW
LINES  BY  OMAR  KHAYYAM:AH, FILL THE CUP – WHAT BOOTS IT TO
REPEAT

HOW TIME IS SLIPPING UNDERNEATH
OUR FEET
UNBORN,  TOMORROW,  AND  DEAD
YESTERDAY,    4
WHY FRET ABOUT THEM IF TODAY BE
SWEET!
ONE MOMENT IN ANNIHILATION’S
WASTE,
ONE MOMENT, OF THE WELL OF LIFE
TO TASTE
THE STARS ARE SETTING AND THE
CARAVAN
STARTS FOR THE DAWN OF NOTHING -
OH MAKE HASTE!
Before  Gautam  Buddha,  there  has
not  been  any  other  mystic  who  has
emphasized  the  changing  reality,  the
momentariness  of  everything.  After
Gautam  Buddha  there  have  been  a  few
people  like  Heraclitus  in  Greece…  like
Omar  Khayyam,  who  in  a  poetic  way  is
saying,  Fill  the  cup  now,  time  is  fleeting!
Yesterday  is  dead,  who  knows  about
tomorrow?  The  caravan  is  ready  to  start
towards  nothingness.  Make  haste!  Don’t
waste  this moment,  this opportunity  to be
your authentic self.
It  is  very  strange  that  Gautam
Buddha,  Heraclitus, Omar  Khayyam  -  all
are  very  different  types  of  persons.  Their
approach  to  reality  is  different.  They  all
emphasize  changingness, but  if you  simply
understand  that  they are preaching  change
you have misunderstood them. Behind  this
changing  phenomenon  there  is  a  flame
which  is eternal, which  is timeless… which
simply is.
That is your being, your witness.
Otherwise,  who  will  witness  the
change?
Their emphasis on the changing is to
find  the  unchanging.  A  very  strange
approach, but very significant: more people
have  become  enlightened  through  this
process  than  any  other.  Just  watch
everything that is changing, so finally only
the watcher remains.
Everything  moves,  only  the  mirror
remains.
That mirror is you.
Realizing  it  is  the  greatest
experience of life.
And  those  who  have  not  realized
this mystic rose have not lived at all. They
simply  pretended  to  live,  carrying  their
suitcases…  I  told  Sarjano,  “Clean  the
grease from your suitcase.” And the second
thing  I  have  not  told  him,  I  thought  he
would  understand  himself,  was  that  he
should  open  the  suitcase  and  give  the
things  back  to  the  people  to  whom  they
belong.  I  was  thinking  he  would
understand.  But  now,  anybody  who  is
missing anything can go to Sarjano, before
he  leaves  for  Italy.  Of  course  the  things
will  be  a  little  greasy,  but  something  is
better  than  nothing. My  suspicion  is  that
even the suitcase  is not his own. And he  is
here, sitting…
Don’t  try  to  find  the  soil anywhere;
don’t  try  to  wait  for  any  climate,  any
season, for that which is, is already within
you.
That’s  why  Mahakashyap  laughed.
Nobody  in  these  twenty-five  centuries  has
been able to explain why he laughed. In the
tradition  of  Zen  it  has  been  asked
continuously  -  in  China,  in  Japan,  in
Taiwan,  in  Korea,  in  the  whole  East,
continuously – in every mystic school it has
been  asked,  “Why  after  all  did
Mahakashyap laugh?”
I  have  always  wondered  why  this
question has not been answered by anyone.
Perhaps  silence  is  the  answer?  But  I  feel
that  there  is  something more  than  silence,
which can be brought to you in language.
Mahakashyap  laughed  when
Gautam Buddha gave him the rose because,
“What  you  are  giving  to  me  is  already
within myself. What kind of a  joke…? And
you are giving me a  flower, which  is going
to  die  -  and  I  know  the  flower,  I  have
known  it  in  your  presence;  you  have  been   5
the  cause,  the  one  who  has  triggered  the
process. Now, after all this, you are giving
me this rose!”
And  he must  have  laughed  at  those
ten  thousand  serious  people,  that
something beautiful  is happening and  they
are not even clapping!
Serious  people  are  psychologically
sick people. Even  if  they  laugh,  they  laugh
when  the  moment  is  passed.  They  laugh
because  others  are  laughing,  so  something
must  be  there.  Later  on  they  will  think,
“My  god,  I  was  laughing?  And  I  had  no
idea what the thing was.”
People  take  everything  seriously.
Now  look  at  poor  Niskriya  -  now  he  has
become a Chinaman. Now he is incurable. I
was trying to somehow announce that he is
the reincarnation of the prophet Elijah and
he is here sitting with closed eyes.
First  the Germans were  very  angry,
because  Germans  can  never  forgive  Adolf
Hitler – and they should not. That man was
absolutely  insane  and  he  drove  the whole
country  insane  and  he  managed  in  the
second world war  to  kill  near  about  forty
million  people.  He  is  the  only  one  who
equals  Genghis  Khan.  Naturally  the
German  feels  a  wound  that  he  or  his
forefathers supported this insane man.
Now the Jews are angry. Somehow I
managed  the  Germans  to  cool  down,  to
have a little more ice cream. Now the Jews
are freaking out. And they have a reason to
freak  out!  But  one  has  to  understand  one
thing, that whatever happens we also play
a  part  in  it.  If  there  are  people who  have
been  enslaved  then  it  is  not  only  the
enslavers who are responsible, the enslaved
are equally responsible. At least they could
have committed suicide.
I  have  never  thought…  this  country
for twenty centuries has been  in slavery to
one  country,  then  another  country,  then
another  race.  My  father  was  a  freedom
fighter,  but  I  used  to  tell  him  that  “You
should remember that the  slave  is as much
responsible  or  perhaps  more  responsible
than the one who  enslaves you. Such a big
country,  a  whole  continent,  and  a  small
group  of  people  comes  and  you  lose  your
freedom. It is simply inconceivable.”
If Adolf Hitler could kill six million
people – I hate what he did, but I cannot be
very  compassionate  to  the  Jews  who
allowed him to do it. Six million people! It
would  have  been  better  to  commit  suicide
rather  than  to  be  killed  by  that  man.  At
least  you  would  have  saved  your  dignity
and your freedom.
But  I  can  understand  that  time
passes, but wounds remain. Even if wounds
heal, scars remain. And my effort here is to
take  away  all  your  scars  and  all  your
wounds and make you aware  that you are
just a watcher – which cannot be wounded;
no  bullet  can  pass  through  it,  no  nuclear
bomb can destroy it.
But  now Niskriya  is  strange…  now
Chinamen  are  going  to  be  very  angry.
Fortunately  there  is  only  one  Chinaman
here, so I will manage him separately – and
he  is  a  very  intelligent  person.  But  this
Niskriya  has  to  be  put  right.  This  is  not
good. Just stand up! Just… Attention!

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