The Grass Grows By Itself
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
A sanyasin asked the following question:
Ramakrishna used food as an anchorage to remain on the periphery. What is your anchorage?
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh replied:
Four men of the cloth were having a confidential talk and discussing their vices.
'I like pork,' said the rabbi.
'I drink a bottle of bourbon a day,' said the Protestant minister.
'I have a girlfriend on the side,' said the priest.
They all turned to the Baptist minister who shrugged: 'Me? I like to gossip.'
That's my answer also - I like to gossip.
That's my weight. All these talks are nothing but gossips. If it hurts your ego, call them cosmic gossips, divine gossips - but they are gossips.
THE GRASS GROWS BY ITSELF is a beautiful gossip - eight chats about Zen Masters, and their ways of non-doing.
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
A sanyasin asked the following question:
Ramakrishna used food as an anchorage to remain on the periphery. What is your anchorage?
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh replied:
Four men of the cloth were having a confidential talk and discussing their vices.
'I like pork,' said the rabbi.
'I drink a bottle of bourbon a day,' said the Protestant minister.
'I have a girlfriend on the side,' said the priest.
They all turned to the Baptist minister who shrugged: 'Me? I like to gossip.'
That's my answer also - I like to gossip.
That's my weight. All these talks are nothing but gossips. If it hurts your ego, call them cosmic gossips, divine gossips - but they are gossips.
THE GRASS GROWS BY ITSELF is a beautiful gossip - eight chats about Zen Masters, and their ways of non-doing.
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
A sanyasin asked the following question:
Ramakrishna used food as an anchorage to remain on the periphery. What is your anchorage?
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh replied:
Four men of the cloth were having a confidential talk and discussing their vices.
'I like pork,' said the rabbi.
'I drink a bottle of bourbon a day,' said the Protestant minister.
'I have a girlfriend on the side,' said the priest.
They all turned to the Baptist minister who shrugged: 'Me? I like to gossip.'
That's my answer also - I like to gossip.
That's my weight. All these talks are nothing but gossips. If it hurts your ego, call them cosmic gossips, divine gossips - but they are gossips.
THE GRASS GROWS BY ITSELF is a beautiful gossip - eight chats about Zen Masters, and their ways of non-doing.
