There is no home, and the journey has to be continued….

There is no home, and the journey has to be continued....

There is no home, and the journey has to be continued....

 

There is no home, and the journey has to be continued. It has to be a dance. Take your guitars and go on, and never stop anywhere.

 

That does not mean that you cannot rest for a while. There are caravanserais but no homes — stay over for the night, but in the morning we have to go.

 

This ongoing process is what life is.

 

The moment it stops, it is death — and there is no death.

 

And why do people hanker for the home? — security, safety. But in the name of security and safety, they don’t make homes, they make prisons — and they are the jailed and they are the jailers, but because they have the keys in their own hands, they think they are free.

 

They are not free.

 

Only a constantly moving river… sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes falling from the mountains, sometimes moving very slowly on the plains… but moving all the time….

 

Movement is life, change is life.

 

Stay for a while if you feel tired, but stay only to regain enough energy so that tomorrow morning you can move again.

 

The home is everywhere — but that home is just a caravanserai.

 

Never make anything in life stable. That’s how things die, that’s how things start stinking.

 

Allow movement — it keeps things fresh, it keeps things alive. It keeps the adventure alive, the excitement, the ecstasy of the discovery of the unknown and finally the unknowable.

 

OSHO