Osho Story #14 – Two Brothers

For a change I was listening to Osho’s discourse from the Oshoworld website. This was the first discourse in a series of 11 discourses titled “And the flowers showered”. These discourses are about Zen masters. Who else but Osho can speak on Zen masters ! The first one was on Subhuti, a disciple of Buddha.

The following story is an excerpt from that discourse. The website – And the flowers showered #1 has converted the discourse to text.

The story –

“…….That is the meaning of Jesus’ story of the two brothers.

One went away — and not only away but astray — from the father, and wasted his part of the heritage and became a beggar, a gambler, a drunkard. The other remained with the father, helped the business, worked on the farm and the gardens, increased the heritage, helped in every way, served in a surrendering spirit to the father.

And then suddenly the news came that the other brother had become a beggar, that he was begging on the streets, and the father’s whole heart started aching for him, and all his prayers were for him. He completely forgot the one who was near; he remembered only the one who was distant. In his dreams at night the other was present, but not the one who was close and working for him, who was good in every way.

And then one day the beggar son came back and the father arranged a big feast. The good son was coming home from the farm and somebody told him, ‘Look at the injustice of your father! You love him, you care for him and serve him and you have remained with him, been absolutely good, moral, never done anything against his wish, but never was a feast arranged for you.

The fattest lamb has been murdered for your brother who has gone astray. He is coming like a beggar, and the whole house is celebrating!’

The son, the good son, felt very hurt: this was absurd! He went back home angry. He talked to his father: ‘What are you doing? Never has a feast been given for me — and I have been serving you, and what has this other son done for you? Just wasted the heritage, gambled everything, and now he has come home a beggar!’

The father said, ‘Yes, because you are so close and you are so good and you are so happy, I need not worry about you. But the one who has gone astray — my prayers follow him and my love follows him.’

And Jesus used to tell this story again and again to his disciples, because, as he said, God can forget the saints, there is no need to remember them, but God cannot forget the sinners.

If he is a father — and I tell you he is not a father, he is a mother; a father is not such a deep phenomenon as a mother. That’s why Hindus call him the mother — God is mother, a mothering. And Jesus said whenever it happens that a shepherd is coming back home and a sheep is lost, he leaves all the sheep in the forest, in the dark night, and goes to search and seek for the lost one.

And when the lost sheep is found, he carries the lost sheep on his shoulders and he rejoices and he comes back home feeling very happy, because one who was lost has been found. Whenever it happens — we are all lost sheep — whenever a sheep is found again, the shepherd rejoices.

Flowers start showering.

Deities, gods, are not persons in the East, they are natural forces. Everything has been personified just to give a heart to it, a heartbeat — just to make it more caring. So Hindus, Buddhists, they have converted all the natural forces into gods, and they are right!

When Subhuti attained to emptiness, gods started showering….”

A beautiful story that shows a mother’s love. The universe is our mother and she looks out for the one who is weak and directionless…. not because she loves the more capable one less, but because the weaker one needs her attention.

Fascinating and thought provoking as always.

Thank You Master.

Do read my earlier blogpost – Osho Story #2 – Nothingness

7 thoughts on “Osho Story #14 – Two Brothers”

  1. Perhaps the father is an equally deep phenomenon as the mother; only the poor chap is not as demonstrative as the mother. I did a part of my schooling in a christian school, where I first heard this tale. I thought it was a stupid story. Many years later I thought it was a brilliant story: I had become a father by then!
    On a different note: Orey Conpooshanaa keedhu. Oru daba ayya ezhudaraaru, Innoru daba neenga ezhudareenga. Rolls Royce-na yaaru? Osho samiyaara, unga voottukkaarara, illa neengala? Meyyaalume onnum puriyala. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


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