Reality is indefinable

Reality is indefinable. Reality simply is; there is no way to say what it is. It is not a "what," it is not even a "that," it is this. It is thisness: you can experience it. But it cannot be explained.

And reality is beginningless and endless. The mind has a beginning and an end, hence the mind and reality cannot meet. The mind cannot comprehend the eternal. The mind exists in time, infact the mindlis time; it exists in the past and the future. The present is not part of time, the present is part of eternity.

Hence the mind is never found in the present. It is always wavering, either towards the past or towards the future. It moves into that which is not, or into that which is not yet. Its whole skill consists in dreaming. It is rooted in the nonexistential, hence it cannot understand existence itself. It is like darkness. how can darkness comprehend light? how can death comprehend life? If death can com-

prehend life then death will have to be life. If darkness has to comprehend light then darkness will have to be light.

And so is the case with the mind. If the mind wants to comprehend reality, it will have to come out of the past and the future. but coming out of the past and the future, it is no longer the mind at all. Hence the insistence of all the great masters of the world that the door to reality is no-mind.

Slip out of the mind, and you will know what it is: the beginningless, the endless. Remain confined to the mind, and you will be puzzled; reality remains inconceivable.

I cannot explain it to you, because in explaining I will have to use the mind. Trying to understand it, you will have to use the mind. I can be silent with you, and if you can be silent with me then there is under-

standing. Unerstanding is not of the mind. Then there is great intelligence, great insight. Suddenly you know, and you know from a totally different center of your being; you know from the heart. Your knowing has the quality of love, not knowledge, reducible to concepts. It is poetic vision, it is mystic experience.

Slowly slowly, learn the art of contacting reality without the mind interfering. Sometimes when the sun is setting, just sit there looking at the sun, not thinking about it - watching, not evaluating, not even saying,

"how beautiful it is!" the moment you say something , the mind has come in.

The mind consists of language. Don't use language. Can't you see the sunset and its beauty? Can't you be overwhelmed by its beauty? Can't you be possessed by its grandeur? What is the point of bringing language

in? Nobody is asking you to say anything. The sun does not understand your language, the clouds that have become so luminous in the setting sun are unable to understand your language. Why bring it in? Put it a-

side; be in direct contact, be thrilled. If tears come to your eyes, good. If you start dancing, good. Or if you simply remain unmoving, stoned on the beauty of the sun, intoxicated, you will have gained a little ex-

perience - a little experience that goes very far, a little glimpse of no-mind.

OSHO ♥