The person who is capable of being still, silent, accepting of pain, frustration, and misery, transforms the very quality of misery itself.
To him, misery also becomes a treasure; to him, even pain gives a sharpness. To him, even darkness has its own beauty, depth, infinity. To him, even death is not the end but only a beginning of something unknown.
—OSHO—
The Book of Wisdom
Ch #12: Buddha in the supermarket
am in Buddha Hall
To him, misery also becomes a treasure; to him, even pain gives a sharpness. To him, even darkness has its own beauty, depth, infinity. To him, even death is not the end but only a beginning of something unknown.
—OSHO—
The Book of Wisdom
Ch #12: Buddha in the supermarket
am in Buddha Hall