Dearest Shobhana, Love, I am overjoyed to recieve your letter. You made me wait for so long. Here I am sitting immeddiately to write a reply on recieving your letter. I am even happier to know you can quarrel too. But you crazy woman, it is not possible to quarrel with the one who is always the vanquished one and to win him is impossible. Ah!That is the advantage of always being the vanquished one. I am in pune on 15,16, and 17th of March.you are coming there, aren't you? p.s. Whether you come or do not come. I shall find you there. And you ask what is poetry? 27th Feb 1968. |
Dearest Shobhana, Love.Don't you know there is the kind of freedom which is bondage and there the kind of bondages that are freedom? Haven't you known truths that are dreams and dreams that are truth? That is why life is a riddle. It is not a riddle that can be solved but a riddle that cannot be solved because the truth is that it is already solved, For example, you can wake up a sleeping person but can wake up one who is already wake? Or you can open closed doors but how do you open doors that are alredy open? I shall definitely give you a riddle which is a riddle because it is not a riddle. What else is love? What else is God? And you ask me what is poetry? 6th March 1968. |
Lovely shobhana,
Love . Did you receive my letters or not? You must have definitely received them. But perhapes the way i have send it unwritten, have you written and replyed them in same way? See now – the crazy one! In case if i am not able to write I can be forgiven, but how can you be forgiven if you donot write? Namaste of Rajaneesh. 05 April 1968. |
Dearest Shobhana, Love,Your letter And your questions. Is it necessary to search for an answer to every question? Isn't the search for an answer like a murder of the question? NO --no---dont indulge in such violence. The questions themselves are so beautifl that they are enough. Live with them. Crazy one, can it be called life when living with answers? It is another name for death. 18th April 1968. |
Dearest Shobhana,
Love.Your letter.Sure there is joy in separation but along with it there is pain too and too is a joy.
Where can one find greater deapth of joy than in love's pain?
After passing through the pain of love, the entire personality turns into pure gold.
And I am happy that you are passing through it.
28th June 1968.
You tell me that you don't feel strong in my presence?
You become weak.?
You can be strong when facing an enemy, but how can you, with me?
am i not yours enough for the necessity of your entity or being at all.?
Watch out right now you feel weak. Gradually you will be annihilated.
Love.Your letter.Sure there is joy in separation but along with it there is pain too and too is a joy.
Where can one find greater deapth of joy than in love's pain?
After passing through the pain of love, the entire personality turns into pure gold.
And I am happy that you are passing through it.
28th June 1968.
You tell me that you don't feel strong in my presence?
You become weak.?
You can be strong when facing an enemy, but how can you, with me?
am i not yours enough for the necessity of your entity or being at all.?
Watch out right now you feel weak. Gradually you will be annihilated.
Dearest Shobhana, Love. There is no way to express how close and dear you are to me. Therefore its better that you don't ask. And crazy one, you will not find anything to give me. What have you left with you that you have not already given me? Love doesn't accept anything less than totality. That is why it is freedom. It leaves behind nothing or is it completeness? Nothingness and compleeness are two words to express the same truth. The dictionary says they are antonyms but in truth they are synonyms. And day I shall be at your door but it is your door is not what comes to my mind. It fees like my home, my door, my Shobhana, because of who there is all this chaos. 18th July 1968. |
Dearest Shobhana, Love.Received your letter.You have poured your heart out in them. I know your eternal wait. Your thirst of lifetimes has brought you so close to me. this thirst is the bond between you and me.Ah! But will you only stand on the banks of the lake? you crazy one, thirst is not quenched by standing beside a lake. P.S.--Your second letter is such that it can be answered only when you are in Baroda with me. 5th August 1968. |
Dearest Shobhana, Love. I is the shore----that is the bondage------that is the impediment between infinite and the Self. That itself is pain and also the reson for pain. With every decision it goes stronger. Even with the choice of annihilating it. In fact it is the summimg up of all the choices of life. That is why it is difficult to destroy it and find freedom from it. It cannot destroyed by will.. That is why simply UNDERSTAND it. How do you understand it? Ask- Who am I? Ask -What am I? Ask-Where am I ? Answer? There is no amswer. When there is no I how can theree be an answer? But unanswered death is not the answer. The answer is silence - shoonya. Only in that silence, that exists, that is. There is no Shobhana---no man ----only the ocean. Ocean,ocean, ocean. And aren't you hearing the ocean call. Come!Come!Come! 17th August 1968 |
Dearest Shobhana, Love.You are much awaited letter has reached today. You have asked about the distressing state of women. In this context there is no other way than a collective struggle. This is not a question of this or that person. This is the question of huma thought. The very view towards women accepted by society is polluted. The concept of family as an institution is poisoned. Therefore this question can't resolved by contentment, peace or sympathy. This discussion can only be completed when we meet. My pranams to all who are there. 11 Nov 1968. |
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