The seed is immortal, it cannot die.
But it can remain dormant; it can remain dormant for lives.
If the right soil is not provided, if the right water is not provided,
if the right exposure to the sunlight is not provided, it will remain dormant,
a potentiality, a waiting — but it cannot die.
You may die many times, but the seed, once planted in you,
will go on following your consciousness wherever you are.
Unless you give it your attention, nourishment,
your care, your love, it cannot become a living sprout.
Small, fresh green leaves cannot come out of it.
Only your love and your consciousness can create the miracle…
and the day will not be far away when there will be flowers.
There are people here who have been carrying seeds from other masters.
I do not need to sow new seeds in them;
all that I need is to help their dormant seeds to open up.
You are not here for the first time.
You have been here always.
Very rarely do I find a person who is not already pregnant —
but the seed has remained the seed, you have not been a gardener to it.
Somebody, with great compassion,
must have sown the seed,
but you have not been kind enough to yourself.
The seed never dies.
OSHO
