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Chapter 5 - Perfectly imperfect
flowers come of their own accord. Flowers will come, but they cannot come without roots.
Roots and flowers are like two wings: if you have both wings then the whole sky is yours. But the most important thing, the first, the basic, the fundamental, is the root.
The woman is the root of all life; man can at the most be a branch, a flowering branch, a beautiful branch -- a longing, an aspiration to touch the stars. They have to go together. That's why, Prasad, I have put so many women here, and slowly slowly they will take over the whole soil and leave you free, leave men free to grow into flowers.
A real commune will have men and women in a deep synchronicity. All the past communes had to die because they depended only on men; they never took any care of the women. And no woman has ever been able to create a commune because she does not aspire to the stars.
A commune means an aspiration, a longing, a tremendous longing to grow, an immense urge to explore. No woman can find reasons to put down the foundation stone for a commune.
Man is always interested in the far away, so he becomes the original source of communes, but no man is capable of giving roots.
And this has been the problem in the past: the woman can provide roots but she is not interested in flowers, and the man can provide flowers but he is not interested in roots. A deep synchronicity is needed, a deep harmony. That's what I am trying to fulfill here.
Obsessed with the idea of pleasing all manner of customers with girls of the very highest order, an enterprising madam set up a three-story house of sport. She had ex-secretaries, selected for their efficiency, on the first floor; ex-models, selected for their beauty, on the second; and ex-schoolteachers, selected for their intelligence, on the third. As time went on the madam noticed that almost all the play went to floor number three. She asked why, and the answer to the puzzle
finally came from one of the steady customers.
"Well," said the sporting gentleman, "you know how those school teachers are: they make you do it over and over, until you get it right!"
And this is the real open secret: my women sannyasins are really doing perfectly well, and they will make you do it again and again until you do it right!
The morning after the office Christmas party the husband woke up with an agonizing hangover. "I feel terrible," he complained.
"You should," said his wife. "You really made a fool of yourself last night." "What did I do?"
"You got into a quarrel with your boss and he fired you." "Well, he can go to hell!"
"That's exactly what you told him."
"I did?" he said incredulously. "Then, screw the old goat!"
"That's just what I did," his wife replied. "You go back to work on Monday." Osho - The Goose is Out
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