The founder of the Theosophical movement, Blavatsky, used to carry two bags on both her shoulders, big bags, full of seeds. Wherever she would travel.... if she were travelling in a train, she would sit by the side of the window and go on throwing seeds. She might never come across that patch of land again. People were puzzled and they would ask’ What are you doing?' She would say' These are beautiful seeds, and when the rains come they will bloom.' Those people were naturally puzzled. They would say' Will you be coming this way again?' She would say' I am a world traveller, I may never come again; but that doesn't matter! Somebody will pass, somebody will see the flowers, somebody will be happy-that is enough. Just to conceive of it, to contemplate on it, that next time after the rains and when this train goes by, thousands of passengers will be able to smell those flowers! To see those colours is more than enough! What more can one ask?' This is what sharing is: you simply go on throwing seeds. So you travel,mm? And throw the seeds! Good.
OSHO.
Believing The Impossible Before Breakfast.
Darshan Diary.
Tuesday 21 February. 1978.