MY WORK IS NOT LIKE A PAINTER... -- OSHO

LEAVING SOME IMPERFECTIONMY WORK IS NOT LIKE A PAINTER`S LIFE.IT IS NOT THAT I CAN COMPLETE THE PAINTING; IT IS ONE LONG PAINTING;AND I WILL BE GIVING TOUCHES TO THE PAINTING EVEN WHEN I AM BREATHING MY LAST –STILL, THE PAINTING WILL BE INCOMPLETE.IN LIFE, ONLY MAD PEOPLE ASK FOR PERFECTION.THE PERFECTIONIST IS ANOTHER NAME FOR SOMEONE WHO IS GETTING READY TO BECOME MAD.I WAS A GUEST IN A MAHARAJA`S A PLACE, AND THEW MAHARAJA WAS SHOWING ME AROUND-IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL PALACE. AT A CERTAIN PLACE HE STOPPED AND HE SAID, “DO YOU SEE?” THERE WAS A WALL, INCOMPLETE.I SAID, “WHY HAVE YOU LEFT IT INCOMPLETE?”HE SAID, “THE PALACE WAS MADE BY MY GRANDFATHER, AND THIS IS THE TRADITION IN OUR FAMILY THAT NOTHING SHOULD BE MADE PERFECT.SOME IMPERFECTION SHOULD BE LEFT SO THAT THE COMING GENERATION REMEMBER THAT LIFE DOES NOT ALLOW.”IMPERFECTION IS NOT SOMETHING BAD.IMPERFECTION IS THE ROOT OF ALL GROWTH; PERFECTION CAN ONLY BE DEATH.ONCE SOMETHING IS PERFECT, IT IS DEAD.THE PAINTING THATI HAVE STARTED WILL REMAIN IMPERFECT-ALTHOUGH I WILL GO TRYING TO MAKE IT PERFECT, BUT IT IS VERY NATURE OF EXISTENCE THAT IT CAN NOT BE PERFECT.AND IT IS NOT MY PAINTING.THOSE WHO ARE WITH ME, IT IS AS MUCH THEIR PAINTING TOO. WHEN I AM GONE, YOU HAVE TO CONTINUE TO PAINT IT. THE PAINTING HAS TO GO ON GROWING NEW FLOWERS, NEW FOLIAGE. DON’T LET IT BECOME PERFECT.THEN THERE IS TREMENDOUS BEAUTY… & ALWAYS FLOWING & GROWING, & THERE COMES NO FULL STOP.IN LIFE WE ARE ALWAYS IN THE MIDDLE.YOU DON’T KNOW THE BEGINNING OF LIFE, YOU DON’T KNOW THE END OF LIFE. WE ARE ALWAYS IN THE MIDDLE & EVERYBODY HAS ALWAYS BEEN IN THE MIDDLE. IT IS A PROCESS, AN ONGOING PROCESS, A RIVER THAT GOES ON FLOWING. THAT’S THE BEAUTY OF IT, THAT’S THE GLORY OF IT