“How can I speak of what is beyond words?”
And so he remained silent — seven days in stillness.
A tender story whispers that the gods bowed at his feet and said:
“Speak, O Buddha. Such a being comes to Earth once in millennia. Rarely does the world find the blind listening to light, the deaf filled with music, the lame walking toward it, the dead blooming with life’s hope. Speak.”
Buddha smiled within his silence:
“What I have seen cannot be spoken.
Even if I speak, those who are ready will understand without words.
Those who are unready will misunderstand, even if I speak.
Then what harm is there in my quiet?”
The gods were troubled. They debated and pondered, until they whispered:
“Yet some stand on the threshold — neither fully here nor there.
If you remain silent, they may linger.
If you speak, they may take the step and cross over.”
Buddha understood:
Some hear without hearing.
Some will never understand, even when spoken to.
But those on the boundary — the edge of possibility — may rise with a gentle word.
He realized:
Even ice at zero may melt with a touch.
Even boiling water requires no warmth.
But for those in-between — give grace.
For them, words may become the bridge.
And so Buddha spoke — quietly, softly, for the ones standing on the edge.
The sages (of Nirvan Upanishad) have always spoken for them — those in the liminal space, between ignorance and awakening.
~ Translated from Nirvan Upanishad by Osho (Hindi Discourse), Discourse 3
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