Die O Yogi Die
talks on the great Tantra Master, Goragka new translation from a
original Hindi discourse series.
Osho comments the sayings of Gorakh, an esctatic Indian mystic. He pushed open so many doors for going into man's inner being, he created so many doors that people got caught in them. His powerful statements are on meditation and the death of the ego.
Gorakh had a rare individuality, similar to Einstein.
Einstein gave such penetrating methods for investigating the truth of the
universe, as no one before him had given. Yes, now they can be further
developed, now a finer edge can be put on them. But Einstein has done the
primary work. Those who follow will be secondary. Now they cannot be first.
The road was first broken by Einstein. Many will come who improve this road:
ones who build it up, ones who place the milestones, ones who beautify it
and make it comfortable. Many people will come, but no one can take
Einstein's place. In the inner world the same situation exists with Gorakh.
But why have people forgotten Gorakh? The milestones are remembered, the
path breaker is forgotten. The ones who have decorated the path are
remembered, the one who has first broken the path is forgotten. Forgotten
because, those who come after have the leisure to dress it up. One who comes
first, will be unpolished, unfinished. Gorakh is like a diamond just out of
the mine. If Gorakh and Kabir are sitting together, you will be impressed by
Kabir, not by Gorakh. Because Gorakh is a freshly mined diamond, but on
Kabir the jewellers have worked hard, on him the chisel has worked hard,
much polishing has been done.
...
You will be very surprised when you hear Gorakh's words. A little finishing
is needed; they are uncut. This sharpening of the edges is what I am doing
here. You will be amazed as you begin to know him a little. Gorakh has said
the most essential. He has said the most valuable.
...
Today we begin the discussion of one such foundation stone. The whole palace
of India's sant literature stands on him. All is based on this one
individual. He has said all that slowly slowly becomes very beautiful, a
many colored splendor. Upon this base people will do sadhana and meditate
for centuries. Who knows how many enlightened beings shall be born through
him!
DIE, O YOGI, DIE!
What a wonderful statement! He says die, disappear, be completely
obliterated.
DIE, O YOGI, DIE! DIE, SWEET IS DYING.
Because in this universe there is nothing sweeter than death. DIE THAT DEATH
and die such a death GORAKH DIED AND SAW, die that way in which Gorakh
attained enlightenment. In the same way you die and see.
One death we are already familiar with: in which the body dies, but our ego
and mind go on living. This same ego finds a new womb. This same ego,
troubled by new desires, again starts off on the journey. Even before
leaving behind one body, it is already eager for another. This death is not
the real death.
I have heard, one man told Gorakh he was thinking of committing suicide.
Gorakh said: "Go and commit it, but I tell you, afterwards you will be very
surprised."
That man said: "What do you mean? I came to you so that you would tell me 'Don't
do it!' I went to other sadhus. They all cautioned me: 'Brother, don't do it,
suicide is a great sin.'"
Gorakh said: "Are you mad? No one can commit suicide. No one can even die.
Dying is not possible. I warn you, do it and you will be very surprised.
After committing suicide you will discover, 'What! The body is left behind,
but I am exactly as I was!'... And if you want to commit real suicide, then
stay with me. If you want to play nonsense games, then it's up to you --
jump from some mountain, put your neck in a noose. But if you want the real
death, then stay by my side. I will give you the art which brings on the
great death, then there will be no possibility of returning again." But that
great death seems to us to be nothing but great death, this is why he is
calling it sweet.
DIE, O YOGI, DIE! DIE, SWEET IS DYING.
DIE THAT DEATH GORAKH DIED AND SAW.
Gorakh says I teach death, the death I passed through and became awakened.
It was the death of sleep, not of me. The ego died, not me. Duality died,
not me. Duality died, and non-duality was born. Time died, and I met the
eternal. The small constricted life broke, and the drop became the ocean.
Yes, certainly when the drop falls into the ocean in one sense it is dying.
As a drop it is dying. And in another sense for the first time it attains to
the great life -- it lives on as the ocean...
cabd