Flowing back to the Met

"There is a music that is uncreated, that is just there as an undercurrent in our being; it is the music of inner harmony. There is also a music in the outer sphere -- the harmony of the stars, the planets; the whole of existence is like an orchestra. Except for human beings, nothing is out of tune; everything is in tremendous harmony. That's why trees have so much grace, and the animals and the birds. Only humanity has become ugly, and the reason is that we have tried to improve ourselves; we have tried to become something.

The moment desire to become arises, one becomes ugly, one falls out of tune, because existence knows only being; becoming is a fever in the mind. Human beings are never contented. That discontent creates ugliness, because people are full of complaints, only complaints and nothing else. People want this, they want that, and they are never fulfilled; even if they get, they want more. The "more" persists -- the mind goes on asking for more and more. Becoming is the disease of man.

The moment one drops becoming, suddenly a music is heard. And when that music starts overpouring, starts flowing all over you and then beyond you to other people, it becomes a sharing. This is the grace of the Buddhas. They are full of inner music, harmony, and the harmony goes on overflowing; it reaches other people also."

-Osho