Breasts

 

 

Have you seen the silliness of it? Playing with the breasts of your woman, can’t you see your silliness? What are you doing? The child has some reason, the breast is his nourishment – but you have not gone beyond it yet. You are still clinging to something…of course, unconsciously.

 

Mrs. Glowicki was walking down the street with her right breast exposed. A man stopped her and with some embarrassment pointed it out.

 

“Oh, my God,” cried the woman, “I left my baby on the bus!”

 

The child has some reason; it is his nourishment. But a grownup person looking always at the breasts of women... or avoiding them, it is the same. If you are a monk you will avoid, but what are you avoiding? Whatsoever you are avoiding you want to see. And women know it perfectly well, so they go on pretending to have big breasts, getting artificial breasts, many artificial devices to make the breasts look young. The real breasts may be just hanging down touching their belly buttons, but fools are deceived. [....]

 

But for centuries man has been obsessed with breasts – in paintings, in poetry, in sculpture. Go to Khajuraho and see the fantastic ideas about breasts. In fact, the breasts are so big one feels sorry for the woman. How will she be carrying such big breasts? Impossible it seems. Those women are just stone statues; that is good. If they were alive they would not be able even to walk – they would have to crawl! But who made these sculptures? The people who have not become grownup yet; their childhood is still there.

 

-Osho, “Guida Spirituale, #9“