The Book of Mirdad

Osho on the Book of Mirdad

BELOVED OSHO,

LAST NIGHT I WAS READING “THE BOOK OF MIRDAD”. IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO STRONG THAT I COULDN’T STOP READING FOR HOURS. THEN SUDDENLY I FELT THAT MY BREATH HAD CHANGED, AND I FOUND MYSELF ON THE EDGE OF CRYING, AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHETHER IT WAS SADNESS, DESPERATION, BLISS, OR ALL THREE AT THE SAME TIME.

I TRIED TO FIND OUT BY READING THE WORDS AGAIN, BUT I REALIZED THAT MY MIND DIDN’T REALLY UNDERSTAND THEM WHEN I LOOKED AT THEM. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT WORDS WHICH THE MIND DOESN’T UNDERSTAND CAN TOUCH ONE SO DEEPLY?

There are millions of books in the world, but THE BOOK OF MIRDAD stands out far above any other book in existence. It is unfortunate that very few people are acquainted with THE BOOK OF MIRDAD for the simple reason that it is not a religious scripture. It is a parable, a fiction, but containing oceanic truth.

It is a small book, but the man who gave birth to this book… and mind my words, I am not saying “the man who wrote this book.” Nobody wrote this book. I am saying the man who gave birth to this book — he was an unknown, a nobody. And because he was not a novelist, he never wrote again; just that single book contains his whole experience. The name of the man was Mikhail Naimy.

It is an extraordinary book in the sense that you can read it and miss it completely, because the meaning of the book is not in the words of the book. The meaning of the book is running side by side in silence between the words, between the lines, in the gaps. If you are in a state of meditativeness — if you are not only reading a fiction but you are encountering the whole religious experience of a great human being, absorbing it; not intellectually understanding but existentially drinking it — the words are there but they become secondary. Something else becomes primary: the silence that those words create, the music that those words create. The words affect your mind, and the music goes directly to your heart. And it is a book to be read by the heart, not by the mind. It is a book not to be understood, but experienced. It is something phenomenal.

Millions of people have tried to write books so that they can express the inexpressible, but they have utterly failed. I know only one book, THE BOOK OF MIRDAD, which has not failed; and if you cannot get to the very essence of it, it will be your failure, not his.

He has created a perfect device of words, parables, situations. If you allow it, the book becomes alive and something starts happening to your being. And naturally, because you have never come to such a state, you are puzzled about what it is — sadness? blissfulness? There are tears, but those tears can be either of sadness or they can be of immense joy. You have come to a point where you have never been before, so naturally you cannot categorize it. You cannot put a label on it according to your old experiences. But the name does not mean anything. What matters is that you have taken a step beyond yourself. You have never been in this space; you have entered into the unknown, and it is so unknown that you don’t have the vocabulary even to give it a name.

Just see the point: It may look like sadness… because for the first time in your life you will become aware that up to now you have not been alive. Life has happened today. And it brings a great sadness… you were alive — but knowing this new experience, your whole life becomes so mundane, so meaningless, that it is better to say that it was more death than life. And a sadness arises that, “Why could I not reach this space before?” It is so close — just a step beyond the boundaries of your old mind and the whole sky with all its stars becomes available. You were confined in such a small prison — and nobody was imprisoning you. You were the prisoner and you were the imprisoned. You were the jailer and you were the jailed. Naturally… a sadness, looking to the past.

But looking to the present… a great blissfulness, a peace that passeth understanding, a silence that is not just the opposite of sound… a silence which is absence of sound, not the opposite of sound. A music without any instruments, a song without any words…. For the first time you start feeling that, “Up to now I have been living in the head; and only this moment the doors of my heart are open.”…

THE BOOK OF MIRDAD is one of the greatest devices that have been created down the ages. Don’t read it like any other book. Don’t read it like SHRI BHAGAVADGITA or THE HOLY BIBLE. Read it as beautiful poetry, as music spread on the pages. Read it as a message from a master of meditation. The words are code words. Don’t look for their meaning in the dictionary. Their meaning is when they strike something in your heart. That’s why you felt, reading MIRDAD, that your breathing changed. It has to be understood very carefully: your breathing changes with each of your emotions. When you are angry, watch: you will have a different kind of breathing, unrhythmic, chaotic. When you are in love, just holding the hand of your beloved, your breathing will be different — peaceful, silent, musical, harmonious. And these are small things; I am just giving you examples to understand.

When you are sitting with the master, the breathing becomes so harmonious that sometimes you may think it has stopped. There will be moments when suddenly you become aware — “Has my breathing stopped?” Because it will be so silent that even you cannot feel its movement…This happened to you reading MIRDAD, that you felt your breathing was changing. It was beautiful. And because your breathing changed, that’s why you came to a point where you were indecisive. Whether you were sad or silent, blissful, ecstatic, you could not decide, because the thing was so new and you had no category to put it in. But I will tell you: You were sad, sad because you have wasted your whole life — and this space was so close; you were just to reach and it was going to be available to you. You were sad, just like a beggar will be sad who comes to know that he is the emperor and there has been some mistake; the beggar is sitting on the throne and the emperor is begging in the streets. All those years of begging… a shadow, a sadness.

You also felt silence, because THE BOOK OF MIRDAD has been created by a man who knows the inner workings of human consciousness. He was not a writer; hence, nobody ever bothered to give him a Nobel prize. He was alive in this century, he was our contemporary. His book has not been translated into many languages for the simple reason that the book is unique — it is not a book, it is a device. And it is not meant to be read, it is meant to create a certain atmosphere around you. If you are ready, available, receptive, the atmosphere will be created and there will be great silence. And silence is always blissful. So you got very much confused: There was sadness because of the past; there was silence because of the present — and silence is always bringing flowers of blissfulness.

You thought there must be something in the words, so you read those words again. But you could not find it; in those words there was nothing, they were ordinary words. From where was this experience happening? It was happening because you are on the path. You are part of a mystery school. You are a seeker. It would not have happened to you if you were not on the path. It happened to you because you were getting ready for this happening, and THE BOOK OF MIRDAD simply triggered what was already going to happen. It would have happened even without THE BOOK OF MIRDAD, perhaps a little later. The man on the path may find in his life…. Listening to music sometimes it happens. The musician may be an ordinary man; he may not know anything about silence and blissfulness, but his music can trigger something in you. It may be triggered by seeing a sunset; now the sunset is not aware of you at all. It may be triggered by the perfume of a rose.

But remember one thing: Just because THE BOOK OF MIRDAD helped you in reaching a new space in yourself, don’t tell others to read it — because they will find it just ordinary fiction, beautiful. They may even destroy your connection that has been created unknowingly; you were not ready for this experience. So one thing: Don’t tell others, “Read THE BOOK OF MIRDAD, it brings such beautiful experiences.” It may not bring them anything. Secondly, because it has brought you a beautiful experience this time, don’t read it again and again in order to get it. Because this time you were not expecting anything; next time you will be full of expectations. You will be waiting and watching for when it happens — it will not happen. Once in a while it is possible, but the basic condition to be fulfilled is, no expectations. And I say to you, because it happened with THE BOOK OF MIRDAD it can happen through many other avenues. You are ready, you just need a little push. Be available to all those situations where that push is possible, but without any expectation. Just to enjoy… a beautiful dance, beautiful music, a beautiful painting; just sitting by the side of the sea and the music of the waves, the continuous music, or looking at the moon — anything may help, but don’t expect.

THE BOOK OF MIRDAD can be of immense help if you don’t expect, and it is a book worth reading thousands of times. You cannot understand its oceanic meaning in one reading, because in each page, each turn, each chapter, each line, there is a possibility — because the man who wrote it….I understand that man. He was one of the greatest men of this century. He lived unknown to the world, but just this one book makes him the greatest writer not only of this century but of all the centuries.

I myself might have never come across his book… because it was published in the beginning of this century and then it was never published again, it never became a best seller. It was not available in the libraries because at the most only three thousand copies were in existence all over the world. I became aware of the book in a strange way.

I was a student in the university, but on Sundays I used to go to a market in the city where stolen things were sold. I was not interested in anything else, just stolen books. I got THE BOOK OF MIRDAD as a stolen book. Somebody’s whole library… three hundred books in all, and all the books were beautiful. And for those three hundred books a man was asking only a hundred rupees, so I immediately gave him a hundred rupees.

The man said, “But remember one thing: these are stolen books, and if the police come here I am going to tell them your name, because on each book is the name of the man to whom these books belong and he is a well-known man.” He was a retired professor of literature.

I said, “Don’t be worried.”

And the police finally came and they said, “This is not good. You were told by the man that these are stolen books, still you purchased them.”

I said, “I don’t repent, and I don’t want to talk to you. I would like to meet the owner.”

They said, “For what?”

I said, “I can settle things with him very easily. He is a retired professor, old. Just take me to him” — so they took me to the old professor.

I closed the doors and said to the professor, “You are already so old, what are you going to do with those books? You will be dead soon, and you have found the right man for your books.”

He said, “You are strange! You have purchased my stolen books and you have come to convince me that you have done the right thing?”

I said, “Yes, I say I have done the right thing. You have used them. You cannot read any more; your eyes are no longer in a situation to read. If you just want to keep three hundred books on your shelf, I can bring five hundred books, six hundred books. But don’t ask for those three hundred books, particularly for THE BOOK OF MIRDAD. That I cannot return to you, stolen or not stolen.”

The old man looked at me and he said, “Did you like THE BOOK OF MIRDAD?”

I said, “I not only liked it — I have read thousands of books; none is comparable to it.”

He gave me fifty rupees back. He said, “You have wasted fifty rupees — you are a student; you don’t have much money, I know about you. You keep the books. And I agree with you that the books have reached to the right man, and the person who has stolen them needs to be rewarded. I am going to die any day, you are right, and then I don’t know where those books will go.

“And I have loved those books, cherished those books. My whole life I have collected the best books. And the moment you said THE BOOK OF MIRDAD you closed the deal. You just take these fifty rupees, and whenever you need more — because I don’t have anybody; no wife, no children, and enough pension and I don’t have any expenses — you are always welcome to come to me. If you don’t have money to purchase books I am here.

“Your love for MIRDAD has made you a man of my family. I have loved MIRDAD my whole life, and I have tried hundreds of my friends, but nobody could get him. And you are ready to fight for a stolen book, you are ready to go to the court for a stolen book. There is no need. I was in search of you.

“It is strange,” he said, “that THE BOOK OF MIRDAD has found you itself.”

That’s how I found the first copy of THE BOOK OF MIRDAD. It needs to be in every house, it is so precious. And it has touched your heart. Just don’t start having expectations, and it will help you on the way immensely.

Source:

Listen to complete discourse at mentioned below link.

Discourse series: The Osho Upanishad Chapter #7

Chapter title: Silence is a song without words

22 August 1986 pm

References:

Osho has spoken on ‘The Book of Mirdad’ in many of His discourses. More on the subject can be referred to in the following books/discourses:

  1. Books I Have Loved
  2. From Bondage to Freedom
  3. From Death to Deathlessness
  4. The Great Pilgrimage: From Here to Here
  5. Sat Chit Anand
  6. The Transmission of the Lamp
  7. The Invitation
  8. YAHOO! The Mystic Rose
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