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Found this bequtiful piece from one of OSHO's lectures.

"I was reading a few beautiful lines of Michael Adam: 

'Perhaps trying even makes for unhappiness. 

Perhaps all the din of my desiring has kept the strange bird from my shoulder. 

I have tried so long and so loud after happiness. 

I have looked so far and wide. 

I have always imagined that happiness is an island in the river. 

Perhaps it is the river. 

I have thought happiness to be the name of an inn at the end of the road. 

Perhaps it is the road. 

I have believed that happiness was always tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. 

Perhaps it is here. Perhaps it is now. 

I have looked everywhere else. 'So: here and now. '

But here and now is clearly unhappiness. 

Perhaps then, no such thing as happiness. 

Perhaps happiness exists not, it is just a dream created by an unhappy mind. 

Certainly it cannot be as I unhappily imagine it. 

Here and now there is not happiness. So happiness is not. 

I need not therefore waste myself on what is not. 

I can forget about happiness then; I can cease to care and instead concern myself with 

something that I do know, can feel and fully experience. 

Happiness is an idle dream: now it is morning. 

I can awaken and stay with unhappiness, with what is real under the sun this moment. 

And now I see how much of my unhappiness came from trying to be happy; even I 

can see that trying is unhappiness. 

Happiness does not try…. 'At last I am here and now. At last I am what I am. 

I am unpretending, at ease. I am unhappy – so what? 

But is this what I ran from? 

Is this really unhappiness?' 

"Think over it, meditate over it. '

And when I cease to try to be happy or anything else, when I do not seek anymore, when I 

do not care to go anywhere, get anything, then it seems I am already arrived in a strange 

place: I am here and now. 

When I see that I can do nothing, that all my doing is the same dream, in the moment 

that I see this, my mind the old dreamer and wanderer is for the moment still and present.'

"Naturally. If you are not searching, not seeking, not desiring, not dreaming, for a 

moment the mind falls into a silence, is still. There is nothing to hanker about, nothing to 

make a fuss about, nothing to expect and nothing to be frustrated about. 

For a moment the mind stops its constant chasing. In that moment of stillness you are in a 

strange place, you are in a strange unknown space, never known before. 

A new door has opened and for the moment the mind is still and present. 

'For the moment, here and now, the real world shows, and see: here and now is already and 

always all that I had sought and striven after elsewhere and apart. 

More than that: I have hunted after shadows; the reality is here in this sunlit place, in this 

birdcall now. 

It was my seeking after reality that took me from it; desire deafened me. 

The bird was singing here all the while. 

'If I am still and careless to find happiness, then happiness it seems is able to find me. 

It is, if I am truly still, as still as death – if I am thoroughly dead, here and now.' 

"Happiness suddenly jumps upon you. When desire disappears, happiness 

appears..."