(Bliss isn't a pot of gold at the end of the road, it's the flowers along the wayside, Osho reminds us.)
Truth is not a goal but a pilgrimage from nowhere to nowhere. It is an eternal enquiry because the mysteries are infinite; you cannot come to an end. In existence there is no full stop. Existence is not like a movie film which begins at a point and then 'The End' comes. It is an ongoing celebration, it has been going on since eternity and it is going to continue. There is no beginning and no end.
So the real seeker of truth enjoys every moment of the journey. He is not goal-oriented. The goal-oriented person is always miserable because his joy is not here but there at the end of the journey, and the journey is such that it never ends, so he is always miserable.
Wherever he is, he is miserable because his joy, his bliss, is somewhere there on the horizon where the earth meets the sky. But they only appear to meet, they never meet anywhere. You can go round and round the earth and the horizon, where the earth meets the sky, is always ahead of you. But it is an illusion; they are not meeting anywhere.
Truth is never achieved; you cannot possess it, it is not a thing to possess. Truth is the realization that each moment belongs to it, that wherever you are you are in it or to be more precise, you are it. The seeker and the sought are not two, the journey and the goal are not two, the first step is also the last step.
The moment one drops all goals life becomes a sheer ecstasy. Then there is no need to be anxious, worried, about whether you are going to make it or not. There is no tension because there is no future. The present is enough unto itself.
Jesus says to his disciples 'Look at the lilies in the field. And the poor lilies,' he says 'are far more beautiful than even the great emperor Solomon attired in his precious garments.'
Why are they more beautiful than the emperor Solomon? Jesus answer is tremendously beautiful. He himself has raised the question and answered it.
He says 'Because they think not of the morrow.' They are not worried about the future -- that is their beauty. They are just herenow.
My sannyasins have to be just like lilies in the field.
译自：I Am Not As Thunk As You Drink I Am