Sitting before you, feeling your words flowing towards me from your great heart, I found my own heart bursting open and receiving the sun and moon of your being. Soon a great peace fell over me, followed by a never-known calmness so that I feel that I am resting in the arms of existence itself.
I bow down before you in gratefulness to kiss the earth that gave you life. I lift my arms to the stars and sing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. Osho, because of you I am alive to realize the beauty, the joy, the purity of love that is the very expanse of existence. These words seem unable to express the truest feelings that arise from the depth of my being. But I bow down before you now, and again and again and again to dance, to sing, to shout: thank you, Osho, thank you, thank you, thank you. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
There is much more yet to happen. What has happened to you is immense. What will happen to you will be greater, but remember one thing: it is never enough.
Existence is such an abundance – we cannot exhaust it. It is inexhaustible in its beauty, in its blissfulness, in its benediction.
You are feeling difficulty in expressing what is happening to you. And this is only the beginning – just think of the difficulties of those who have gone far ahead of you. There comes a moment when even to say that this cannot be said is not possible – because to say that this cannot be said is still saying something about it. It is still defining it in a very negative way.
There comes a moment when only silence, utter silence, remains your expression.
That is your thankfulness, that is your gratitude, that is your hallelujah – a dance which is invisible, a song which is not heard, a beauty which cannot be painted, described. And only when we have come to the point where words are to be left behind does what I call religiousness begin. I do not say renounce the world, but I certainly say move towards the moment when you will have to renounce the word.
The Bible says, “In the beginning was the word.” Nobody knows about the beginning. Nobody can know about the beginning, because nobody can be a witness about the beginning. If somebody had been witnessing the beginning then it would not have been the beginning, because somebody was already there.
The Bible may be right, may be wrong, about the beginning, but I say unto you: In the end there is no word. And that has been witnessed by thousands of mystics in thousands of years past.
And the moment you come to realize that words are slipping out of your hands, that the boundary line of language is crossed…a tremendous innocence, a new childhood. For the first time you can understand that which cannot be spoken. You can understand the message of the wind blowing through the pine trees, you can understand the poetry of the sound of running water.
To be freed from language is to be freed from all human limitations. Language is the greatest imprisonment.
I am happy that you are feeling great difficulty in expressing something that you are experiencing. Slowly, it will become more and more clear that there is no word, no language; no concept to explain it, to express it. Just silence is the only answer to all your questions, the only meeting with existence without any barrier, any wall.