Man is born as a seed

Osho
Satyam Shivam Sundram
Truth Godliness Beauty
The mystic rose

Man is born as seed

To accept the seed as your life is the greatest mistake one can commit। Millions of people are born as seeds, fresh, young, with tremendous potential of growth। But because they accept the seed as their very life, they die as a rotten seed; nothing happens in their life।

The symbol of the mystic rose is that if man takes care of the seed that he is born with, gives it the right soil, gives it the right atmosphere and the right vibrations, moves on a right path where the seed can start growing, then the ultimate growth is symbolized as the mystic rose – when your being blossoms and opens all its petals and releases the beautiful fragrance.

Unless you blossom into a mystic rose, your life is nothing but an exercise in utter futility. You are born unnecessarily, you are living unnecessarily, and you will die unnecessarily. Your whole biography can be reduced to a single word: unnecessary.

But if you can blossom and release that which is hidden in you, you have fulfilled the longing of existence. You have given back to existence the fragrance that was hidden in your seed. You have come to fulfill your destiny.

The mystics have never accepted man as the ultimate product. Man is only a beginning and one should not die as a beginning; that is ugly, insulting, damaging to your dignity. Man should reach to the absolute fulfillment – not only for his own contentment, but for the contentment of the cosmos.

That is the secret of the mystic rose.

Yes, in a few traditions the mystic rose is also called the magic rose. Both words are meaningful. It is certainly magic when you see within yourself the blossoming of the rose, the beauty of it, and the divinity of it, and the truth of it.

Satyam, shivam, sundram.

You cannot believe your own eyes. You have never dreamed that you contain so much, that your potential is so valuable, that your interiority is a treasure inexhaustible, that you need not be in debt to existence forever. You can return to existence a million fold what existence has given to you. That
moment is of great joy, not only on your side but on the side of the whole cosmos.

The experience is such a mystery that there is no way to demystify it. You can experience it but you cannot explain it – that is the meaning of the word ‘mystic’ – you can have it, but you become almost dumb. You cannot utter a single word that may carry something of that rose, its beauty, its fragrance,
its dance, its music – nothing can be carried through any word.

The word ‘magic’ is also meaningful. Things like this only happen in magic. Unbelievable... you see with your own eyes things which should not be happening but they are happening.

The mystic rose

Don’t seek for any explanation। Every explanation becomes a disturbance in the growth of the mysterious। Never ask what it is। If you are rejoicing in it, it must be right। If you are celebrating it, it must be right. If you are dancing it, you are on the right path.

But never ask what it is, because the moment you start asking what it is you start making it something intellectual. It is something of the heart which knows experience but does not know any explanation. Something tremendously beautiful is happening to you, but don’t give it a name.

Words are dangerous beyond a certain stage. If you give it a name, you may think you have come to the end. Don’t call it love. You are on the right path, you are in the right direction, but don’t give it any name. If you call it love you will become satisfied and you will stop growing –”What more can there be?
You have arrived at the final stage: it is love.” Please avoid giving names; just remember that you are on the right path.

One day the mystic rose will open within you and the fragrance will be released. Even then, don’t give it a name. Existence is so eternal; there are no boundaries to growth. There are skies beyond skies, and there are peaks beyond peaks.

That’s the beauty of existence, that it ends nowhere. It is always an adventure; it is always a pilgrimage; it is always a searching, searching for more, searching for deeper realities. But you never come to an end so that you can say,”I have passed the final examination.” There is no final examination as such.

Hymie Goldberg went to see a fortune teller. After he had sat down in the darkened room, the fortune teller said,

”I will read your palm for fifty dollars, and that entitles you to ask three questions.”

”Questions about what?” asked Hymie.

”About anything,” replied the psychic.

”But is not fifty dollars an awful lot to charge for that?” complained Hymie.

”Maybe,” said the palmist”and what is your last question?”


In life the last question comes very soon; but in real existence, even the first question never arises.

One goes on becoming more and more silent. In that silence questions don’t grow, and when there are no questions, the possibility of any answer becomes impossible.

Those who know – they don’t know the answer. We call them the awakened ones, the enlightened ones, because they have dropped all their questions; now they don’t have any questions in them.