originally
written for the VIHA Connection, August 2002
Ever taste an Oregon peach? Boy, are they good. To me, they taste just the way a peach should taste: soft, sweet, juicy. Mmm! But wouldn't you rather taste them yourself than listen to me rave on and on about them? It's like with truth: I can't understand why anyone would ask someone else what truth is. Not that I haven't asked Osho my fair share of questions about it - but really now. Wouldn’t
you prefer to taste something as good as truth for yourself instead
of watching someone else have all the fun? At most, I might draw
you a good map how to find the Hood River Valley in Oregon where
these divine peaches come from - just as any master worth his salt
would point your eyes in the right direction of the moon. But as
the Zen people are fond of saying: Better to look where I'm pointing
- and don't bite my finger!
I
used to think a lot about things like truth. I sure harassed Osho
about it with my questions - on more than one occasion! Like the
time I asked: "Beloved Master, What is the difference between
my mind and No-mind." And he responded with: "Milarepa,
it is basically the difference between you and me." The next
day, he surprised me with a question he wrote himself and signed
my name to: "Bhagwan, why am I a philosopher?" That was
the last time I ever asked someone else about truth - ultimate or
otherwise. From that point on, I started eating the peaches.
When
I was growing up, truth was something you got into trouble for telling.
Later, truth became the thing to pondered whether or not to tell
my girlfriend. Then I met Osho, who would say things like "
truth is that which can't be said" - and in the next breath
talk about it for one-and-a-half hours. The truth is: I don't know
what truth is. It's one of those big words like love. You really
want to know about love? You ask a woman. Every woman knows what
love is. I have never met one who doesn't. Truth, though? It seems
to be kind of a male thing, something male minds like to chew on
- like enlightenment, another big bone for the mind. Hey! Don't
believe me? Just try asking your girlfriend tonight 'what is enlightenment?'.You
might find yourself sleeping on the sofa.
Funny
thing, the truth. It sure creates a lot of trouble for some people.
Like poor Mansoor, the Sufi mystic. He said the truth and a crowd
of people cut him up into little pieces. All he said was "I
am God". Who knows? Maybe it was the truth as far as he was
concerned. But it sure upset people - pissed them off, in fact.
Big time. Moral of the story? Watch out for the truth!
Yes,
some people always seem to get in trouble with the truth. Just like
some people always seem to get in trouble with the Law. Take Osho,
for example. Of course, he's had his fair share of brushes with
the Law - like the occasional speeding ticket! - but it's his truth-filled
statements like: "violence is the religion of America"
get him into hot water and make powerful people like Ronald Reagan
shit a brick. Yes, the truth can be uncomfortabe; otherwise, why
would anyone get their knickers in a twist over someone owning ninety-eight
Rolls Royces?
Lao
Tzu said: "The truth is that which can’t be said".
Well, that’s still saying something, isn't it? But I would
have to agree with Lao tzu as far as to say the truth is a hard
thing to put into words. At least, I think it's fair to say truth
can be inspirational. The fact is, nothing inspires me more than
seeing someone allowing truth to manifest through him, or her. I
think to live in truth requires tremendous courage - maybe more
than most people can afford. The courage to stand alone and be yourself,
even if it means standing up to the whole world. Notice I said live in truth, not living my truth. I think it shows
a mis-understanding to say things like ‘living my truth’.
This statement has just never made sense to me. I don’t think
I ever heard Osho say living my truth. My truth? What does that
mean? Can you own the truth? Personally, I think truth is something
bigger than all of us.
I
think truth is more like a woman. It’s kind of a shy thing.
I do know that when I am in love, I feel closest to it. In love,
my life feels worth living, has meaning, purpose, value. In love,
I feel my unique place in the vast scheme of things - a sense of
at-homeness. Conversely, when I am feeling most alive, love flows
effortlessly in my life. I often find truth hiding in small everyday
things. Ordinary things: Like a good cup of tea. Even an Oregon
peach! Actually, I'm not sure how Osho would feel about me speaking
about peaches (especially ones from Oregon) and truth in the same
breath, but I suspect it might make him chuckle - for he is someone
who knows that a good belly-laugh is perhaps the best medicine for
realizing truth. And that’s the truth!
“A
master is one who has become the truth and is available for all
those who are ready to absorb him. Hence, Jesus says to his disciples:
'Eat me.' Truth can be eaten. It cannot be taught.” Osho, Just Like That - Talks on Sufism
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