奥修行情和俗语

奥修行情和俗语

  1. This is the basic alchemy: 你看, 没有任何判断的证人. 不需要任何判断. 错的会消失, 留下巨大的能量. And that which is good will become bigger and will start absorbing the energies that have been left; only a great fragrance of love, light, and laughter remains behind.
  2. Never to compromise, whatsoever the cost. Even at the cost of losing your life, don’t compromise. A compromised man is a castrated man. A man who dies for his individuality and freedom dies with joy, and all the blessings of existence are his.
  3. 生活 is just an opportunity, an opening. It depends what you make of it. It depends on you what meaning, what color, what song, what poetry, what dance you give to it. Life is a creative challenge.
  4. Meditation is the only thing with an absolute guarantee that nothing goes wrong with it. It only reveals your existence to yourselfhow can anything go wrong? And you are not doing anything; you are really stopping doing everything. You are stopping thinking, feeling, doinga full stop to all your actions. Only consciousness remains, because that is not your action, it is you.
  5. Meditation is never about something. Meditation is a state. You can be in it; it is not something that you have to donot even thinking, not even contemplating.
  6. My approach always is: whatsoever God has given to you must be a subtle necessity of your soul, otherwise it would not have been given in the first place.
  7. Dance your aloneness, sing your aloneness, live your aloneness!
  8. 当你去寺庙做祈祷时, 这不是祈祷; 但当, 同情之后, gratitude arises, 整个存在变成了寺庙. 无论你触摸它,它都会成为一个祈祷; 无论你做什么都会变得虔诚. 你不可能是其他人. 根深蒂固的, 沉思, 深深地流进慈悲, 你不可能是其他人. 你成为祷告, 你变得感恩.
  9. Religion cannot be anything other than a celebration of life. And the serious person becomes handicapped: he creates barriers. He cannot dance, he cannot sing, he cannot celebrate. The very dimension of celebration disappears from his life. He becomes desert-like. And if you are a desert, you can go on thinking and pretending that you are religious but you are not.
  10. 祈祷是一种简单的状态. 不是言语,而是沉默.
  11. My truth is my truth. It’s my experience. I can talk about it, I can sing songs in its praise, I can dance it. I can show you my ecstasybut still, that which has been experienced remains unexpressed. No scripture has been able to express it. All scriptures are efforts to express, but all efforts have failed: truth is inexpressible. The scriptures simply show the compassion of the people who attained, but they don’t prove that the compassion has succeeded in expressing the truth.