Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showerin — Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen
Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showerin — Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen
Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showerin — Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen
Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showerin — Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen
Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showerin — Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen
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Blossoms shower, and then they go on showering—they never stop. The blossoms that showered for Buddha are still showering. The blossoms that showered for Subhuti are still showering.

— Osho, And The Flowers Showered Discourses On Zen
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