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You feel so good!
Illiterate, could not write.
Now you're a god,
For those,
Who dreams, success.
Whoever buys your books,
As a paradise branch of figs,
Which you did not write,
But he knew,
Read that will be
It's like a buddha ...
And read,
What you could not write.

Do not make yourself an idol
From the world
Lies and flattery,
Out of revenge ...
Of stupidity would also be good,
And then, Osho!


A source: CypLIVE

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