The painting that I have started will remain imperfect — although I will go on trying to make it perfect, but it is the very nature of existence that it cannot 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 be dead at any point.
In other words, don't let it become perfect.
Make every effort to make it perfect, but don't let it become perfect.
Then there is tremendous beauty, and always flowing and growing, and there comes no full-stop.
In life we are always in the middle.
OSHO
