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One of the disciple of Osho asked him about God.

Osho replied: By "God" I don't mean a person. By "God" I mean the magic that surrounds you, the mysterious, the miraculous. By "God" I don't mean anybody who created the world, but creation itself. The very process of creativity is God.

Hence you cannot worship God, you cannot pray to God. All prayers are false because they are addressed to a personal God - and there is no personal God. You cannot relate to God, calling him "father", "mother". He is not a person; relationship is not possible. Then how to worship, how to pray? You will have to learn new ways of praying and worshipping.

To be creative is to worship. To be creative is to participate in the great process of creation - and participating in creativity is participating in God. For a moment you are transported. When you are painting something you are no longer there; you have become just a creative force. When you are playing music, if you are not just a technician but really a musician, a lover of music, then you disappear - then the ego is no longer there. At least for those few rare, diamond like moments, immensely precious, some windows open. You are no longer there, not as an ego.

God, is not a person, he is not an ego. And if you want to meet God you will have to be something similar: a non-ego, a non-person. God is a presence. If you want to have any communion with God, you will have to learn how to be just a presence and not a person; alert, fully alert, but without any idea of "I".

And the best way to let this "I" disappear is not through austerities, yoga, fasting - no. It is through creativity. The more yuo create, the sharper is your intelligence. The more you create, the more you become available to infinite sources of creativity - that is God. The more you create, the more you become a vehicle - a vehicle for the magic to flow through you.

By "God" I mean the magic that surrounds you. Can't you feel the magic that surrounds you every moment? This very moment? The birds making sounds... the trees utterly silent, in a state of meditation.