Life is a mystery
It is reported of one of the Sufi masters, Junnaid, that he was working with a new young man. The young man was not aware of Junnaid’s inner wisdom, and Junnaid lived such an ordinary life that it needed very penetrating eyes to realize that you were near a buddha. He worked like an ordinary laborer, and only those who had eyes would recognise him. To recognise Buddha was very easy — he was sitting under a Bodhi tree; to recognise Junnaid was very difficult — he was working like a laborer, not sitting under a Bodhi tree. He was in every way absolutely ordinary.
One young man working with him, and that young man was continually showing his knowledge, so whatsoever Junnaid would do, he would say, “This is wrong. This can be done in this way, it will be better” -he knew about erverything. Finally Junnaid laughed and said:,” Young man, I am not young enough to know so much.”
This is really something. He said, “I am not young enough to know so much.” Only a young man can be so foolish, so inexperienced. Socrates was right when he said, “When I was young, I knew too much. When I became ripened, experienced, I came to realize only one thing — that I was absolutely ignorant.”
Life is a mystery; that means it cannot be solved. And when all efforts to solve it prove futile, the mystery dawns upon you. Then the doors are open; then you are invited. As a knower, nobody enters the divine; as a child, ignorant, not knowing at all- the mystery embraces you. With a knowing mind you are clever, not innocent. Innocence is the door.
-A Bird On The wing, OSHO