Osho on ‘Who Am I’
Question
Question - Osho, Please,
In the Question”WHO AM I?” What does “I” mean? Does it mean the
essence of Life?
Osho - Hermann Sander, “WHO AM I?” IS NOT REALLY
A QUESTION because it has no answer to it; it is unanswerable. It
is a device, not a question. It is used as a mantra. When you
constantly inquire inside, “Who am I? Who am I?” you are not
waiting for an answer. Your mind will supply many answers; all
those answers have to be rejected.
Your mind will say, “You are the essence of
life. You are the eternal soul. You are divine,” and so on and so
forth. All those answers have to be rejected: NETI NETI — one has
to go on saying, “Neither this nor that.”
When you have denied all the possible answers
that the mind can supply and devise, when the question remains
absolutely unanswerable, a miracle happens: suddenly the question
also disappears. When all the answers have been rejected, the
question has no props, no supports inside to stand on any more. It
simply flops, it collapses, it disappears.
When the question also has disappeared, then you
know. But that knowing is not an answer: it is an existential
experience. Nothing can be said about it, or whatever will be said
will be wrong. To say anything about it is to falsify it. It is the
ultimate mystery, inexpressible, indefinable. No word is adequate
enough to describe it.
Even the phrase “essence of life” is not
adequate; even “God” is not adequate. Nothing is adequate to
express it; its very nature is inexpressible. But you know. You
know exactly the way the seed knows how to grow — not like the
professor who knows about chemistry or physics or geography or
history, but like the bud which knows how to open in the early
morning sun. Not like the priest who knows about God; about
and about he goes, around and around he goes.
Knowledge is beating around the bush: knowing is
a direct penetration. But the moment you directly penetrate into
existence, you disappear as a separate entity. You are no more.
When the KNOWER is no more then the knowing is. And the knowing is
not ABOUT something — you are that knowing itself.
So I cannot say, Sander, what “I” means in the
question “Who am I?” It means nothing! It is just a device to lead
you into the unknown, to lead you into the uncharted, to lead you
into that which is not available to the mind. It is a sword to cut
the very roots of the mind, so only the silence of no-mind is left.
In that silence there is no question, no answer, no knower, no
known, but only knowing, only experiencing.
That’s why the mystics appear to be in such
difficulty to express it. Many of them have remained silent out of
the awareness that whatsoever you say goes wrong; the moment you
say it, it goes wrong. Those who have spoken, they have spoken with
the condition: “Don’t cling to our words.”
Lao Tzu says: “Tao, once described, is no more
the real Tao.” The moment you say something about it you have
already falsified it, you have betrayed it. It is such an intimate
knowing, incommunicable.
“Who am I?” functions like a sword to cut all the
answers that the mind can manage. Zen people will say it is a koan,
just like other koans. There are many koans, famous koans. One is:
“Find out your original face.” And the disciple asks the Master,
“What is the original face?” And the Master says, “The face that
you had before your parents were born.”
And you start meditating on that: “What is your
original face?” Naturally, you have to deny all your faces. Many
faces will start surfacing: childhood faces, when you were young,
when you became middle-aged, when you became old, when you were
healthy, when you were ill…. All kinds of faces will stand in a
queue. They will pass before your eyes claiming, “I am the original
face.” And you have to go on rejecting.
When all the faces have been rejected and
emptiness is left, you have found the original face. Emptiness is
the original face. Zero is the ultimate experience. Nothingness —
or more accurately NO-THINGNESS — is your original face.
Or another famous koan is: “The sound of one hand
clapping.” The Master says to the disciple, “Go and listen to the
sound of one hand clapping.” Now this is patent absurdity: one hand
cannot clap and without clapping there can be no sound. The Master
knows it, the disciple knows it. But when the Master says, “Go and
meditate on it,” the disciple has to follow.
He starts making efforts to listen to the sound
of one hand clapping. Many sounds come to his mind: the birds
singing, the sound of running water…. He rushes immediately to the
Master; he says, “I have heard it! The sound of running water —
isn’t that the sound of one hand clapping? And the Master hits him
hard on the head and he says, “You fool! Go back, meditate
more!”
And he goes on meditating, and the mind goes on
providing new answers: “The sound of wind passing through the pine
trees — certainly this is the answer.” He is in such a hurry!
Everybody is in such a hurry. Impatiently he rushes to the door of
the Master, a little bit apprehensive, afraid too, but maybe this
is the answer….
And even before he has said a single thing the
Master hits him! He is very much puzzled and he says, “This is too
much! I have not even uttered a single word, so how can I be wrong?
And why are you hitting me?”
The Master says, “It is not a question of whether
you have uttered something or not. You have come with an answer —
that is enough proof that you must be wrong. When you have REALLY
found it you won’t come; there will be no need. I will come to
you.”
Sometimes years pass, and then one day it has
happened, there is no answer. First the disciple knew that there
was no answer to it, but it was only an intellectual knowing. Now
he knows from his very core: “There is no answer!” All answers have
evaporated.
And the sure sign that all answers have
evaporated is only one: when the question also evaporates. Now he
is sitting silently doing nothing, not even meditating. He has
forgotten the question: “What is the sound of one hand clapping?”
It is no more there. It is PURE silence.
And there are ways…there are inner paths which
exist between a Master and a disciple. And now the Master rushes
towards the disciple. He knocks on his door. He hugs the disciple
and says, “So it has happened? This is it! No answer, no question:
this is it. Ah, this!”
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