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Dropping Words
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Osho Dropping Words Meditation
Osho -
"
Man is imprisoned by words. Man’s whole problem is language. Below
language is the world of the animals and beyond language is the world of the
gods. Between the two is the world of man, the world of language, words —
philosophies, scriptures, theories and ideologies. The mind consists of
words. The word is the brick that the palace of mind is made of, it is the
stuff it is made of.

Slowly, slowly, one has to go on dropping the words and one has to enter
into silence. And that is not difficult: once you start trying to move
towards it, it starts happening. The reality is when all words have
disappeared, when you are not thinking but you just are…when there is no
thought cloud in the mind but pure awareness, unclouded, an unclouded sky.
When there is no thought there is no trembling, no winds are blowing. All is
tranquil and quiet. In that quietude, one penetrates reality. Reality cannot
be thought about. You can see it but you cannot think about it. To think
about it is to go far away from it, because whatsoever you think will be
wrong. Thinking is wrong.
You see a rose. What can you think about it? The moment you say it is
beautiful, you have gone far away from the rose, from its facticity, from
its reality. Now the mind has come in, it says it is beautiful. Now the word
beautiful will create many other associations, a chain will start. You will
forget about the flower, you will think about the man whom you used to think
beautiful or a poem that you used to think beautiful. The flower is
forgotten. Now you have got into a train of thoughts. It is unending and one
never knows where one is going to land."
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