Buddham Saranam Gacchami Osho -

Raghava sat alone on the bank. For the first time, he did not chant. He simply breathed. The river flowed. The moon rose. And somewhere inside him, a boat that had been full of noise and ambition and fear — suddenly became empty.

One evening, Raghava sat by the river, frustrated. “I have taken refuge in the Buddha a million times,” he cried to the sky, “yet I remain the same! Where is the transformation Osho speaks of? Where is the buddha in me?” buddham saranam gacchami osho

“Look at that boat,” the ferryman said. “Once, a Zen master was crossing a lake in an empty boat. Another boat came crashing into him. The master was furious — he shouted, he cursed. But when he looked closer, he saw the boat was empty. His anger vanished instantly. Who was there to be angry at?” Raghava sat alone on the bank

The ferryman stepped into the river. The water touched his ankles, then his knees. He turned and said: The river flowed

“Scholar-ji,” the ferryman said, “you chant Buddham Sharanam Gacchami — but tell me, who is going where?”