I am reminded of one very important woman... because there have been a
very small number of women who can be called important, but this woman
was certainly important – Madame Blavatsky.
She founded a great movement, Theosophy. She used to travel all over the world, except Russia – and Russia was her native land.
It happens again and again; it seems to be almost a rule, a law. Blavatsky wandered all over the earth but could not enter Russia, her own birthplace, her own land. But wherever she went, she always used to carry two bags, on both shoulders, filled with seeds of beautiful flowers. Sitting in a train, from the window she would go on throwing seeds outside the train. People thought that she was mad. People asked, ”What is the purpose? You may never come again on this route.”
She said, ”That is not the point. I may not come but the spring will come. I may not come, but whoever passes by here will see the beautiful flowers.”
If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed?
They are not goal-oriented, and they are not business people. They are lovers – it does not matter whose field it is. If beautiful roses blossom... it does not matter who passes by, if the breeze brings the fragrance to his nostrils. And these people are not mathematical. They don’t care whether it is day or night. They don’t care whether you deserve or not. They never ask you: ”Are you qualified enough to receive the seed?” No. Without remembering what seed, in what field, in what season, they go on sowing because they trust. They know only one thing: sooner or later the spring is going to come to everybody.
Every human being has to become a god – go on sowing the seeds. Centuries don’t matter. In the eternity of time, your centuries are just like seconds.
OSHO
She founded a great movement, Theosophy. She used to travel all over the world, except Russia – and Russia was her native land.
It happens again and again; it seems to be almost a rule, a law. Blavatsky wandered all over the earth but could not enter Russia, her own birthplace, her own land. But wherever she went, she always used to carry two bags, on both shoulders, filled with seeds of beautiful flowers. Sitting in a train, from the window she would go on throwing seeds outside the train. People thought that she was mad. People asked, ”What is the purpose? You may never come again on this route.”
She said, ”That is not the point. I may not come but the spring will come. I may not come, but whoever passes by here will see the beautiful flowers.”
If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed?
They are not goal-oriented, and they are not business people. They are lovers – it does not matter whose field it is. If beautiful roses blossom... it does not matter who passes by, if the breeze brings the fragrance to his nostrils. And these people are not mathematical. They don’t care whether it is day or night. They don’t care whether you deserve or not. They never ask you: ”Are you qualified enough to receive the seed?” No. Without remembering what seed, in what field, in what season, they go on sowing because they trust. They know only one thing: sooner or later the spring is going to come to everybody.
Every human being has to become a god – go on sowing the seeds. Centuries don’t matter. In the eternity of time, your centuries are just like seconds.
OSHO
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