24 Sep Life consists of small things; just your ego goes on saying these are small things. You would like some great thing to do – a great poetry. (Osho)
Worried about their lacklustre sex life, the young wife finally persuaded her husband to undergo hypnotic treatment. After a few sessions his sexual interest was kindled again, but during their lovemaking he would occasionally dash out of the bedroom, go to the bathroom and come back again.
Overcome by curiosity, the wife followed him one day to the bathroom. Tip-toeing to the doorway she saw him standing before the mirror staring fixedly at himself and muttering, ‘She is not my wife. She is not my wife.”
When you fall in love with a woman, of course she is not your wife. You make love, you enjoy, but then things settle; then she is your wife. Then things become old. Then you know the face, you know the body, you know the topography, and then you get bored. The hypnotist did well. He simply suggested, While making love to your wife, you go on thinking, “She is not my wife. She is not my wife.”
So, while cleaning, you go on thinking you are painting. This is not cleaning. This is great creativity. And it will be. It is just your mind playing tricks. If you understand, then you bring your creativity to every act that you do.
A man of understanding is continuously creative. The way he sits is a creative act. Watch him sitting. You will find in his movement a certain quality of dance, a certain dignity.
When you understand, whatsoever you do – cooking, cleaning…. Life consists of small things; just your ego goes on saying these are small things. You would like some great thing to do – a great poetry. You would like to become Shakespeare or Milton. It is your ego that is creating the trouble. Drop the ego and everything is creative.
I have heard:
A housewife was so pleased with the promptness shown by the grocer’s boy that she asked him his name. “Shakespeare,” replied the boy.
“Well, that is quite a famous name.”
“It should be. I have been delivering in this neighborhood for almost three years now.”
“I like it. Why bother about being Shakespeare? Three years delivering in a neighborhood – it’s almost as beautiful as writing a book, a novel, a pay.”
Life consists of small things. They become great if you love. Then everything is tremendously great.
If you don’t love, then your ego goes on saying, “This is not worthy of you. Cleaning? This is not worthy of you. Do something great – become Joan of Arc.” All nonsense. All Joan of Arcs are nonsense.
Cleaning is great. Don’t go on an ego-trip. Whenever the ego comes and persuades you towards some great things, immediately become aware and drop the ego, and then by and by you will find the trivia is sacred. Nothing is profane; everything is sacred and holy.
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