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“You have to spread this ecstasy around the world. This benediction you have to share with all and sundry, with friends and strangers. We have to make this whole earth aflame with a new passion – the passion of your innermost being – with a new fire which only burns the false and brings out the pure gold. Mankind has forgotten the language of being a buddha...” — Osho

I am not the author of Osho’s words — Osho is.
Life is.
Existence is.

Some words here are my own translations (from Osho’s Hindi discourses); some are direct quotations from Osho’s English discourses (© Osho International Foundation, via OshoWorld.com). “Osho” is a registered trademark of the Osho International Foundation (OIF). This blog is not affiliated with OIF.

I claim no ownership of the teachings, the words, or the name — only a humble flute, trying to carry the music. If the music offends or troubles, please reach out, and it shall be set right.

All content on this blog is intended primarily for educational, spiritual, reflective, and research purposes — to explore, understand, and share insights drawn from Osho’s teachings in a respectful and illuminating way. While the blog may carry gentle support through ads, any use of Osho’s words or teachings is not for commercial exploitation, but for commentary, personal insight, and learning.

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The music of Osho’s words is never for sale — any revenue simply helps keep the flute playing, not to claim ownership or exploit the source of wisdom.

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How did Osho enter my life? The question itself feels like a cloud trying to grasp the sky. I did not find Him. He found me. By His grace alone, I was called. I became a Neo-sannyasi — not as a decision, but as a surrender. And in that surrender, the old “me” dissolved. Not all at once, but like night giving way to dawn — slow, tender, and total. He did not give me answers. He gave me the courage to live without needing them. He did not fill me with knowledge. He emptied me — and in that emptiness, I found peace. I am not the author of this blog. Life is. Osho is. Existence is. I am only a flute — hollow, still, waiting to be played. May these stories & quotes touch you, not just in mind, but in being. May they remind you — not of Him, but of you. Welcome to this space of stories, quotes & insights, where the words point to the wordless, and every tale is a step toward the truth you already carry within. , click here →