One Bubble To The Other

Osho was asked why he didn’t write his autobiography. Osho replied: “All autobiographies are egobiographies. It is not the story of the soul. As long as you do not know what soul is, whatever you write is ego-biography.” Writing or speaking about oneself has not been possible for those who have known themselves, because after knowing, the person changes into something so formless that what we call the facts of his life — facts like his date of birth, events, — all dissolve. They cease to have meaning. Once you know your soul, an autobiography is only a dreamlike version of oneself, like writing an account of your dreams. So it is difficult for an awakened person to write. Reducing such an experience to words makes it seem insipid and absurd. A dying Buddha was asked: “Where will you go after death?” He said, “I have been nowhere, so where can I go after death?” The meaning of Buddhahood is nowhereness. One is nowhere, so the question of being somewhere does not arise. If you can be quiet, only breathing remains like the air inside a bubble. When there are no thoughts there is nothing but breathing. So Buddha says, “I was only a bubble. Where was I? A bubble has burst and you are asking where it has gone”. Buddha was right. Everything is like a dream sequence, like the rainbow colours formed on a bubble. The colours die when the bubble bursts.

Source: Economic Times, 21/02/2019