This page is dedicated to Osho
Let the truth be as it is; you cannot make it better. You cannot paint it, you cannot give it a little more color, a little more joy, a little more expressibility; you cannot do anything. If you know it, your eyes will be just like empty sky. Your hands will not be like fists holding something, but empty indicating that there is nobody inside but a pure nothingness. But this pure nothingness is alive, this nothingness has a heart. This nothingness blossoms in thousands of flowers and rainbows, and dances in peacocks, and sings in birds. This nothingness roars in the oceans and this nothingness is silent in the meditator.