The Rhythm of Duality

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“One day a man came to God, an old farmer, and he said, "Look, you may be God, and you may have created the world, but one thing I must say to you: you are not a farmer. You don't know even the basic principles of farming. You have something to learn."
God said, "What's your advice?"
The farmer said, "You give me one year's time, and just let things be according to me, and see what happens. There will be no poverty left!"
God was willing, and one year was given to the farmer. Naturally, he asked for the best, he thought only of the best--no thunder, no strong winds, no dangers for the crop. Everything was comfortable, cozy, and he was very happy. The wheat was growing so high! When he wanted sun, there was sun; when he wanted rain, there was rain, and as much as he wanted. This year everything was right, mathematically right. But when the crops were harvested, there was no wheat inside.
The farmer was surprised. He asked God, "What happened? What went wrong?"
God said, "Because there was no challenge, because there was no conflict, no friction, because you avoided all that was bad, the wheat remained impotent. A little struggle is a must. Storms are needed, thunder, lightning is needed. They shake up the soul inside the wheat."


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The parable of the farmer and the wheat. OSHO (Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh), Kuchwada, India, December 11, 1931 ~ Pune, India, January 19, 1990.
◙ Harmonia Macrocosmica. Andreas Cellarius.

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"La parábola del granjero y el trigo" ~ Osho

Un día llegó un hombre ante Dios, un viejo granjero, y le dijo: `Mira, tú puedes ser Dios y puedes haber creado el mundo, pero debo decirte algo: no eres un granjero. Ni siquiera conoces los principios básicos de la agricultura. Tienes algo para aprender`.
Dios dijo: `¿Qué me aconsejas?`
El granjero contestó: `Sólo dame un año de tiempo y déjame todas las cosas a mí, y verás qué ocurre. ¡Ya no quedará pobreza!`
Dios estaba dispuesto a ello y le dio un año al granjero. Naturalmente, el granjero pidió lo mejor, sólo tuvo pensamientos de lo mejor nada de truenos, ni fuertes vientos, ni peligros para los cultivos. Todo confortable, acogedor y él estaba muy contento. El trigo crecía tan alto... Cuando quería sol, había sol, cuando quería lluvia, había lluvia, y tanta como necesitaba. Ese año todo estuvo bien, matemáticamente bien. El trigo crecía tan alto...
El granjero iba a Dios y le decía: `Mira, esta vez los cultivos serán tales, que por diez años, aún si la gente no trabaja, habrá suficiente comida`. Pero cuando se cosecharon los cultivos, las espigas estaban vacías. El granjero estaba sorprendido. Le preguntó a Dios: `¿Qué pasó? ¿Qué salió mal?`
Dios le dijo: `Porque no hubo desafío, porque no hubo conflicto ni fricción, porque evitaste todo lo malo, el trigo quedó impotente. Un poco de lucha es imprescindible. Se necesitan tormentas, truenos, relámpagos. Movilizan el alma dentro del trigo`.

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