zelfs bij ziekte...

zelfs bij ziekte
zelfs bij handicap
zelfs bij ongeluk in de liefde

altijd weer de schoonheid zoeken
altijd weer de kansen zien
tot groei, tot verzachting

tot diepere wijsheid

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People are living almost in sleep. 

Otherwise every fabric, every cloth has its own beauty. 

Its own feel... If you are sénsitive, then the clothing is not just to cover your body. Then it is something expressing your individuality, something expressing your taste, your culture, your being.

Éverything that you do, should be expressive of you.

It should have your signature on it.

Then life becomes a continuous celebration.

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Even if you fall sick...

and you are lying in bed...

you will make those moments of lying in bed moments of beauty and joy, moments of relaxation and rest, moments of meditation, moments of listening to music or to poetry.

There is no need to be sad that you are sick.

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You should be háppy...

that everybody is in the office, and you are in your bed like a king, relaxing - somebody is preparing tea for you, the samovar is singing a song, a friend has offered to come and play flute for you...

These things are more important...

than any medicine.

When you are sick, call a doctor.

But more important, call those who love you. Because there is no medicine more important than love. Call those who can create beauty, music, poetry around you - because there is nothing that heals like a mood of celebration.

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Medicine is the lowest kind of treatment.

But it seems we have forgotten everything.

So we have to depend on medicine.

And be grumpy and sad.

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As if you are missing some great joy...

that you were having in the office!

In the office you were miserable!

Just one day off, and you cling to misery too.

You won't let it go.

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Make éverything creative.

Make the best out of the worst.

That is what I call `THE ART'.

And if a man has lived his whole life making every moment and every phase of it a beauty, a love, a joy... náturally his death is going to be the ultimate peak of his whole life's endeavor.

The last touches...

His death is not going to be ugly...

as it ordinarily happens...

every day to everyone.


~osho~
beyond enlightenment
(1986) - ch.28 (1)