Enlightenment is a Joke

Osho on Enlightenment



Sarito, it is! But only a child can ask such a beautiful question — Sarito is only twelve years of age.

Enlightenment is a joke because it is not something that you have to achieve, yet you have to make all possible efforts to achieve it. It is already the case: you are born enlightened. The word “enlightenment” is beautiful. We come from the source, the ultimate source of light. We are small rays of that sun, and howsoever far away we may have gone, our nature remains the same. Nobody can go against his real nature: you can forget about it, but you cannot lose it. Hence attaining it is not the right expression; it is not attained, it is only remembered. That’s why Buddha called his method SAMMASATI. Sammasati means right remembrance of that which is already there. Nanak, Kabir, Raidas, they have all called it SURATI. Surati means remembering the forgotten, but not the lost. Whether you remember or not, it is there — it is there exactly the same.

You can keep your eyes closed to it — it is there. You can open your eyes — it is there. You can keep it behind your back — it is there. You can take a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn and see it — it is there. It is the same.

George Gurdjieff used to call his method self-remembering. Nothing has to be achieved, nothing at all, but only to be discovered. And the discovery is needed because we go on gathering dust on our mirrors. The mirror is there covered by the dust. Remove the dust, and the mirror starts reflecting the stars, the beyond. Krishnamurti calls it awareness, alertness, attentiveness. These are different expressions for the same phenomenon.

They are to remind you that you are not to go anywhere, not to be somebody else. You just have to find out who you are, and the finding is not difficult because it is your nature — just a little reshuffling inside, a little cleaning.

It is said that when Bodhidharma attained enlightenment, he laughed for seven days continuously. His friends, his disciples, thought he had gone mad. They asked him, “Have you gone mad?”

He said, “I WAS mad, now I have become sane. I have gone sane!”

“Then why are you laughing?” they asked.

He said, “I am laughing because I have been searching for thousands of lives for something which was already within me! The seeker was the sought, and I was looking everywhere else — I was looking everywhere except inside.”

The famous Sufi woman, Rabiya al-Adabiya, one evening when the sun was setting, was found searching for something just in front of her door on the road. A few people gathered and they said, “Rabiya, what have you lost? We can help you.”

She was an old woman and loved by the people, loved because she was beautifully crazy. Rabiya said, “I have lost my needle. I was sewing and I lost my needle. I am searching for it, and there is not much time because the sun is setting. If you want to help me, help quickly, because once the sun has set and darkness has descended, it will be impossible to find the needle.”

So they all started a hectic search for the needle. One of them suddenly thought, “The needle is such a small thing and the road is so big, and the sun is going down every moment, the light is disappearing — unless we know the exact spot where it has fallen it will be impossible to find it.” So he asked Rabiya, “Will you please tell us where the needle has fallen exactly? Then it will be possible to find it. Otherwise soon there will be darkness, and the road is very big and the needle is very small.”

Rabiya started laughing. She said, “Please don’t ask that, because I feel embarrassed by the question!”

They all stopped searching. They said, “What is the matter? Why should you feel embarrassed?”

She said, “I feel embarrassed because I lost the needle INSIDE the house, but because there is no light there, how can I find it? Outside on the road there is just a little light from the setting sun.”

They all said, “Now you have gone completely crazy! We had always suspected that you were not sane, but this is an absolute proof!”

Rabiya said, “You think me insane, yet you have been doing the same for lives together — and YOU are sane? Where have you lost yourself, and where are you trying to find it? Where have you lost your bliss, and where are you trying to find it? It is lost in your inner world, and you are searching on the outside!”

Everywhere people are running with great speed. Time is short, the sun is setting; any moment the darkness can descend. Run as fast as you can! Man has been inventing faster and faster ways to reach, but if you ask him, “Where do you want to reach?” he feels embarrassed; he is not really clear where he wants to reach. One thing he is clear about is that he wants to reach there quickly, because life is short and much has to be found. The soul, God, bliss, truth, freedom…so many things have to be found, and his hands are absolutely empty. Sarito, in that sense enlightenment is certainly a joke. If you understand it, there is no need to seek and search; you can just close your eyes and find it.

But this question coming from a small child is beautiful. The grown-up person will not be able to ask such a sane question. The grown-up person will ask, “What is enlightenment? How has it to be found? What are the right methods, ways and means? How should one live? What virtues should be cultivated? What prayers should be said?” And all those questions look very relevant. Sarito, your question does not look very relevant, but it IS relevant, more relevant than any grown-up person can ever ask. Grown-up people ask questions which look good in the asking, but they are not really interested in asking an authentic question — they are AFRAID of asking the authentic question.

In an old Scottish mansion the resident ghost is floating through the living room. Everybody seems to be scared to death except a little boy who is watching the spectacle with a curious look on his face.

“Hey, Mister Ghost,” he says, “have you lost your handkerchief?”

“No,” replied the ghost, “that’s not a handkerchief, that’s my son!”

But only a small boy could have asked, “Hey, Mister Ghost….” All the grown-ups were very much scared; they must have been trembling, avoiding, pretending that they had not seen anything.

One little boy asked the other, “Did that play you saw last night have a happy ending?”

The other one said, “I’ll say. Everybody was happy when it was over.”

The Christian priest was telling the little boy, “Herb, I want you to remember that we are here to help others.”

Herb said, “Sure, but what are the others here for?”

“I never slept with a man until I married your father!” she declared emphatically to her unconventional teenage daughter. “Will you be able to say the same thing to your daughter?”

“Yes, Mother,” replied the girl, “but not with such a straight face!”

Mummy and Daddy are talking about the Millers who live next door. “Well, the stork is going to pay them a visit for the fourth time soon,” says Daddy.

Their little son laments, “They get one baby after another. And you — what are you doing? Hanging around doing nothing!”

Children are very perceptive! You cannot deceive them…

Sarito, you must have heard this comment amongst the small sannyasins in the ashram: “Why does everybody think enlightenment is a joke?” This must be coming from the small boys and girls; they must be thinking, “Enlightenment must be a joke. What is the need for enlightenment?” You need a teddy bear — you can understand that. You need a tricycle — that you can understand. You need a toy gun — that you can understand…Children have their own interests and they must be wondering, “Why? What is this enlightenment? And why are so many people interested in it? It must be some kind of joke!”

In fact, it is a cosmic joke. It is God seeking himself. It is a game of hide-and-seek: God hides himself and then tries to find himself! Being alone, what else to do? When I used to travel in India — for twenty years continuously — many times it happened that I would be in a train compartment with only one passenger. And because I was not interested in talking to the passenger, he would start playing patience — a game of cards you can play alone, you need not have any partner. They would feel a little embarrassed, but I would not pay any attention to them so they would start playing cards.

One day one man said, “You must think that I am crazy playing cards alone.”

I said, “I don’t think you are crazy. This is my business too!”

He said, “What do you mean? You also play patience?”

I said, “No, but enlightenment is like patience!”

Enlightenment is a dialogue with yourself, it is a monologue. You have to ask the question and you have to give the answer. When you see the futility, you become silent. That’s how Buddha became silent! Then one sits under the tree “doing nothing, and the spring comes and the grass grows by itself.”

And what to do? — when the grass grows you have to cut it and AGAIN sit silently, and AGAIN the grass grows so you cut it again. Again and again…!


This is an excerpt from the transcript of a public discourse by Osho in Buddha Hall, Shree Rajneesh Ashram, Pune. 

Discourse Series: Come, Come, Yet Again Come

Chapter #14

Chapter title: The Forgotten But Not the Lost

9 November 1980 am in Buddha Hall


Osho has spoken on Enlightenment, sammasati, surati, samadhiin many of His discourses. More on the subject can be referred to in the following books/discourses:

  1. Beyond Enlightenment
  2. The Osho Upanishad
  3. The Path of the Mystic
  4. From Death to Deathlessness
  5. Bodhidharma: The Greatest Zen Master
  6. From the False to the Truth
  7. The Discipline of Transcendence, Vol 3
  8. The Great Zen Master Ta Hui
  9. Walk Without Feet, Fly Without Wings and Think Without Mind
  10. The Zen Manifesto: Freedom From Oneself
  11. The Dhammapada: The Way of the Buddha
  12. Tao: The Pathless Path, Vol 2
  13. Zen: The Path of Paradox, Vol 3
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