“Truth cannot be said, so whatever can be said is going to be a beautiful lie — beautiful because it can lead towards truth.”
— Osho, ‘Beyond Enlightenment’
It seems to me that words are a game of continuously going around in circles. Consider a dictionary, every word in there is defined in terms of other words. There is a limited set of ideas expressed in those words, and we keep recycling them to make fascinating patterns which keep the mind busy.
The Tao that can be told is not the Tao. The ultimate truth cannot be expressed in words, and so what Osho says, that all you can say is a beautiful lie because it can point towards truth, seems to me to be so. It is in poetry, in evoking the indirect experience, that we can find hints at the truth.
The quest for expressing those things which come close to truth is also difficult… Osho once said “it happens when you try to explain something which is unexplainable. You bring it into the cage of language, of words — beautiful words, but the soul has disappeared.” It is better to house the living principle in your being, than to kill it by trying to explain it. I feel strongly that he is right.