I use words, but I am not a man of words.
It is just out of sheer necessity:
it is because of you that I have to use words,
because you won’t understand the wordless.
I am waiting eagerly for the day when I will be able to drop words.
I am utterly tired… because words can’t convey that which I am
and I have to go on trying to do something which is not possible.
Get ready soon so that we can sit in silence
and listen to the birds or to the wind in the trees.
Just SITTING SILENTLY DOING NOTHING,
THE SPRING COMES AND THE GRASS GROWS BY ITSELF.
That is going to be my ultimate message and my final work on the earth.
Osho, Ah This! Ch 4, Q 2
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