‘form has just emerged from formlessness’
… at the wood’s cafe,
there are walking paths,
standing presence of trees,
mud,
a meditation shed,
sun shines,
cloudy skies,
birds and squirrels
…not to mention the glorious food from the cafe
interactions in love and presence - happens all the time
Chaotic and uncontrollable, teeming and full, this level of life can be frightening…
extending that to the Anima Mundi
these meetings at the wood’s cafe
we see it playing best in stories, shares and humor!
company of friends
the sustenance of what can only be experienced as the dark feminine.
mind dissolves in the heart
I am amazed looking back on SN
Text and Photos from Upnita
JUCHUH !
Moscow rules are over, are they?
How beautiful
Thank you so much for sharing this -
Madhu
Heart warming!
Great set of photos.
They tell a story.
Is this some kind of old folks’ home?
No. We keep the youngsters in the basement.
At the very least it appears to be the Sannyas equivalent of the ‘Derby & Joan’ social club, enjoyed by many elderly people in the UK, once they reach their ‘dotage’ stage of spiritual development.
Come on Sannyasin spotters! Who is who in the ‘Golden Oldie’ pics?
LOL from a considerably more ‘junior member’.
That sounds like a bit of an ‘ageist’ comment, Ashok, humour notwithstanding.
And as such, in a context of “spiritual development” (itself perhaps a somewhat misleading term, suggesting ‘adding to’ rather than ‘giving up’, if you know what I mean), it might also appear to betray a basic ignorance about older people, probably all too prevalent in our western world, which is so ready to consign them (ie us, but not you – yet) to the existential as well as the economic scrapheap.
And which is so utterly disrespectful of not only the wisdom of their lifelong experience but also, crucially, of the innate natural potential of the elderly for spiritual realisation.
I even have an Osho anecdote to this effect from when I was discussing with him whether I should take up the offer of a chauffeur job (Bombay to Goa) for the elderly owners of the local guest-house where I was staying (the Nayansukh, behind the Café Delite for you ‘old-timers’).
Having encouraged me to do it, urging me, “And seduce them into meditation”, he literally waved away my objection, “But they’re old people”, saying, “Old people are the best people for meditation!”
I reckon that a country that holds no respect for the elderly is a bankrupt country. Now where did I leave my walking stick?….I mean talking stick. Squawk!
“the wisdom of their lifelong experience”
Unfortunately, “the wisdom of their lifelong experience” wouldn’t fill a 600 MB CD. Memory counts for nothing these days. If I remember well it was ‘our generation’ who first made old ppl obsolete.
True, Vartan, but for the sake of the human spirit we had to, didn’t we?
I mean, if I’d have merely followed what my parents expected then I’d have been either dead or as good as dead years ago.
All the same, old people have valuable experience and often enough a certain worldly wisdom to pass on, albeit too often contaminated by personal emotion.
The trick is to catch them when they’re not trying to impose it on you by force, which of course was unfortunately the case for many of us when we were growing up (or trying to).
That’s generous S.D.
Btw, Vartan, just now I replied to your comment of a few days ago at ‘The Empty Book’ thread.
Guilty, your Honour! Given the weighty self-damning evidence provided by my own sweet tongue, I cannot plead otherwise.
In my defence I would just like to say that my cheeky, tongue-in-cheek, slightly provocative, humour-attemptive and irreverent attitude has once again prompted an interesting reply which has supplied a point worthy of consideration and debate from your very own ‘sweet tongue’ via Osho:
“Old people are the best people for meditation.”
Now, I wonder what he meant by this? Something to do with the popular belief that in general with increasing age comes increasing wisdom?
“Something to do with the popular belief that in general with increasing age comes increasing wisdom?”
I was going to say something….
King Lear seems a great warning about age, and even retirement!
That “foolish, fond old man” tried to retire from being a King and life in general, and ended up mad and very unwise, save through the sayings of his fool.
I also think that so-called great men get away with a lot in age. I am old enough to remember Bertrand Russell in the flesh, and thinking what a load of old cobblers he was talking in his nineties. The same with Shaw.
No guarantees of wisdom in age in my book. I am surprised that Native Red Indians made it such a tradition.
Sure, “no guarantees of wisdom in old age”, but also no guarantees of total and utter foolishness either. Just as there are no guarantees of either wisdom or foolishness in youth, or even in middle age (although there are probabilities in all cases).
But doesn’t it all come down to individual cases, not lazy collective constructs? I challenged Ashok’s cavalierly ageist remarks as they seem to be a typical product of what’s become ‘received opinion’, ie a sort of unconsidered ‘knee-jerk’ response, depending on stereotypical images rather than the evidence of the experience of the present moment.
In other words, just a way to ‘score points’, to ‘big oneself up’, as it were – or simply have a cheap laugh at others’ expense.
Give you a clue, Ashok, almost all are or have been contributors to SN at one time or another!
Well, Parmartha, I already have you spotted, I think, as somebody in Pune once pointed you out to me from a distance, around 10 yrs ago. You’re in pic 5, rite?
BV, whom I recognize from a photo elsewhere is in pic 7, wearing an orange shirt.
In pic 3, I would say that the long-haired wild-looking guy with an earring, fits in with my idea of what a rebellious Scottish clansman like Lokesh would look like. But, of course, that cannot be him, can it? The lady in the same pic, wearing dark glasses is probably Shantam Prem?
The man wearing a red shirt in pic 8, with what to me looks like an air of assumed self-importance as well as prickly disposition, must be SD, rite?
You are spot on, Ashok. Are you a magician?
Definitely verging on genius, I’d say…
I mean, what a result!
Strange he got you wrong though, Vartan…
Still, definitely a major contender for the DRASP.
They are playing with you, Ashok, and maybe you are playing with us!
The last time I was in Pune was 2000, so I think that rules out your ID.
As far as I can see, all your answers are wrong.
“Playing with me”! I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Parmartha…chance would be a fine thing now, wouldn’t it?
If, however, by that statement you meant to imply ‘being led up the garden path’, then I think you might be the main culprit! It was you, was it not, that provided the original leading statement of “…to give you a clue….”? I nevertheless, willingly and knowingly took the proferred sweetie on offer, in the knowledge that something was expected of me in return.
Now, to be precise, the pic I played around with was the one where I attempted to identify Lokesh and SP, and in which my imagination was prompted to conjure up a pic of Lokesh cornering SP, and giving him his almost daily, regular and routine ‘dressing down-cum-general ear-bashing’!
The other identification attempts were genuine and authentic. Interestingly, it is these serious attempts that have prompted replies from the intended targets, thus far.
SD, it’s not like you to coyly ‘hide your light under a bushel’, is it? Actually, ‘coyly’ is the wrong word, on second thoughts ‘shyly’ might be more accurate? So please put us out of our misery (or add to it), and tell us what DRASP means!
Oh, Ashok, I assumed all here would know exactly what DRASP stands for…
It is, of course:
The Diane Rage Award for Spiritual Punditry.
Bet you knew that all along, you mischievous little Irishman, you!
PS: You almost landed The DRADSP, but after much deliberation the committee felt, in the end, that The DRASP was more appropriate.
Dear BV,
Thank you for the honorifical. Modesty, however, commands me to give credit where credit is due…You need look no further than Lo Scarabeo’s ‘Fairy Lights Tarot Deck’, which is the true source of the ‘magic’, which you in your wisdom have recognized. Could it be possible that you are also a ‘Fairy Lights’ regular?
Dear SD,
I now know how OSCAR winners feel……
This belated award has left me speechless and emotional! I feel that this is worthy recognition of all the years of working on the sacred and divine feminine in me!
And the ‘D’ = Divine, rite?
The ‘D’ is for ‘Disgraceful’, Ashok. Remember?!
Is this some kind of old folks’ home?
(burst of spontaneous laughter)
“Five comrades sitting
in an old people´s home
watching the line of cars
and feeling satisfied,
Karl Marx´s impact is so, so strong.”
Karl Mark? Never heard of him. Is he a famous German footballer, who plays for Freiburg Ununited?
80% of the sannyasins who made Osho hit of his time are in the age group, one sees in the photo.
These few thousand poured their heart and money not just in illegal and doomed project in America but fully legal and bubbling project in India.
As a matter of propriety and fairness, ashram-turned-resort should have catered to such people too. But no, 66 years old boss and his coterie won´t make such a gesture; thanks to meditation and medication, they can still chase 20-plus!
New London Osho Improved Vision and Wood For the Trees Centre takes shape after major contribution by the Camden Allied BoyGirl Scout OshoBrigadeers. Dynamic Meditation will, however, mostly emphasise jumping down instead of up…
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Funny, never think of “old” being a defining thing when I meet someone. I just think, are they alive in a real sense or not? At the end, Osho appeared old, but his interiority was obviously continuously “alive”.
Had some visitors from London yesterday. Whilst engaged in a conversation, exchanging commonplaces, I studied one man and thought to myself, He is the first normal man I have talked to in weeks. Normal is not a compliment in my lexicon. I took it as a sign that summer is on it way along with a few million normal tourists.
If you are not familiar with big-city life, you cannot be smart (normal).
The chap in question was one of Facebook’s founders. He is extemely smart. Thing is, he talked constantly and his head was like disconnected from his body, man. Me? I am a country bumpkin waiting for the hily cows to come home. Moooooo!
MOD: WHAT’S ‘hily’ MEAN, PLEASE, LOKESH?
hily = smaller than a montin
London has changed for me at a good time…the tribulations of age make travel a little difficult.
By total good chance in 2014 -
the tubes, trains and buses run frequently now like it was clockwork Berlin (post- Livingstone as Mayor).
In a tube you can see the whole world, they say there are 364 languages spoken in London…I have got high just being the only “Englishman” on a tube.
I could be almost anywhere in the Middle East in Finsbury Park or Edgware road but without anyone wanting to kill me for being white and fair-haired.
There is a huge market for everything here, and no political hassles.
Those guys clinging to the axles of lorries in Calais, at great risk to their lives, know the gem they seek.
Unfortunately though, Parmartha, that very multiplicity of cultures is what’s driving the right-wing movements here these days, as far from everyone feels as enhanced as you and me and, no doubt, most or all of our ‘fellow travellers’; in fact, many find it just oppressive, it makes them feel insecure and therefore angry.
We may deem that ignorance but it’s understandable too, given the limitations of certain backgrounds and the perceived threat to their job prospects and general sense of individual and collective well-being.
You are ok at SN. it would be interesting if some ” new arrival” would write here some day. “New Sanyasin” is not new.
Are you ‘ready’ yet for further contemplation of how every person and situation you come across is ‘good’ for you, Fresch?
Or have you continued to relegate that to ‘another day’? You know, like death and other such little ‘inconveniences’?!
If not, no wonder you’re “bored”….
I want live, not die right now, SD. Contemplate on that.
As a work project, Fresch, how about compiling a book, ’99 Ways to Avoid Leading Questions’?
Seems it would suit you down to the ground….
And who knows, it might even land you a promotion…
Then you could call yourself ‘Madame Bullshit’ (or Bullshine, if you prefer the ‘politer’ form!).
I am going to make money on clichés, so I do call myself happily, “Madame Bullshit”. That’s what I learned in sanyas. Thank you.
What is your issue, SD? No honey today with tea? Watch American Splendor (movie), you might like it.
My issue with you, Fresch?
Try re-reading my last three posts to you!
It’s a two-way-street; if I go for your advice, you go for mine. How about it?
No compromises with the truth, please, Fresch. Keep to the issue, which is: You want to avoid the issue!
To SD: How could I forget? I would just like to say HOW AWFUL it is for me to be informed about the ‘Disgraceful’ award. I feel the committee has made a mistake and not given full recognition to my obvious gifts and talents. I should have been given the ‘DRADSP’! You leave me with no alternative…I must decline the ‘DRASP’ award! I do not feel I have been truly seen for what I am.
Ashok, I’ve just been informed that the Diane Rage Awards Committee is to sit again this afternoon to consider your surprising refusal of this (admittedly totally unprestigious) honour.
Dear SD,
Thank you for the re-assessment. I think it is only fair, don’t you?
At this point might I be so bold as to suggest that you put yourself forward for the lesser DRASP award? Imho, it would be just recognition for the progress you have made lately towards your own enlightenment, the course of which has not escaped my attention and keen interest.
To be specific, I was particularly impressed with your ‘Book of SD’ (Is SD short for Sod’em?), sermon piece which you contributed recently, along with the post you submitted in response to Shamtan Prem, in which you displayed promising craft in your skilful play on the nuances of ‘erection’, ‘hands’ and so forth. Both pieces, it seems to me, are highly reminiscent of my own attempts at public self-revelation – a discarding of masks so to speak, which functions cathartically as a conduit for full inner spiritual cleansing and healing. Personally, I like to think of it as second stage Dynamic Meditation, celebrated on paper.
Slightly worrying for me, however, is the possibility that you have adopted me as your role-model? Have I by my own personal example inadvertently ‘let the cat out of the handbag’? Please be aware of the danger of ‘hero-worship’, which in itself is, as I am sure you know, an act of self-negation and denial. Remember, celebration of the self is a key factor in the search for enlightenment.
Should you require further counselling and guidance with regard to following the beautiful and courageous path you have chosen, please do not hesitate to contact me. As a fully qualified Osho Counsellor, I would be more than happy to provide my services free of charge.
In anticipation of a full and positive re-assessment,
I remain, yours sincerely,
Ashok
P.S. I thought it was the DRA ‘Group’ (DRAG) as opposed to the committee, that was responsible for the award?
How do you manage to take the piss so relentlessly and sound obsequious at the same time?
Good question Arpana! I’m going to have a little brainstorm to see if I can’t get to the bottom of this.
Now, let’s see…I was educated at a ‘grammar school’ in England. Maybe?
I’m a genius?
I’m severely mentally twisted for some reason and in desperate need of a helping hand?
My sacred divine masculine essence is in balance with my sacred divine feminine juices!
I have become subconsciously infected and corrupted by Devageet’s and Subhuti’s excessive grovelling antics.
Maybe it’s down to the fact that I was once told by a Scotsman that “You get more flies to stick with honey than you do with vinegar!” Personally, I like to mix the honey and vinegar together to see if I can still get the flies to stick anyway!
No! None of this is rite! Now I think of it there is an outside possibility that I was in fact congratulating SD, on what I have perceived as a departure from his normally very serious, ‘sober as a judge’, attack dog writing style. Recently in some posts he has loosened up, let his hair down, dropped the handbag and revealed a more playful, senseless, ‘Silly Billy’ side to his character, and as a result I am beginning to warm to him a little bit!
Thus our relationship now is like two innocent and beautiful butterflies gently fluttering around each other in an unpredictable but essentially creative dance of no apparent purpose which belies the unseen but strong energetic connections between two kindred spirits united in their commitment to fulfil Osho’s dream of universal compassion and friendliness!
Sentimental claptrap, Ashok.
In fact, disgraceful punditry!!
What are you getting so upset about SD? If it helps to calm you, try to think of me as a mischievous little self-fulfilling Irish prophet that you have given birth to! A cuddly little Frankenstein that now carries a burden of expectation to perform for his Creator.
Thought for the Day:
(A famous American proverb)
“If you lie down with dogs, you will rise with fleas!”
Meaning: If you do something silly, expect to suffer the consequences.
Precisely, Ashok.
MOD: THAT’S ENOUGH, GENTLEMEN, LET’S MOVE ON NOW, OK?
No, Ashok, it’s the Committee, ie DRACULA*, not the Group, that decides the Awards. Talking of which, today I heard that it has decided to change its earlier decision and present you with its Premier Honour, the DRADSP*, after all.
Apparently, this is due to what it concedes have been “statements that consistently exceed the bounds of ‘spiritual common sense’ and demonstrate the most appaling lack of balanced judgment, worthy of the Award’s original Inspiration himself, Mr Diane Rage.”
So, congratulations, you’ve certainly come a very short way, in a very long time.
*DRACULA – The Diane Rage Award Committee for Undesirably Loquacious Acolytes
*DRADSP – The Diane Rage Award for Disgraceful Spiritual Punditry
Thank you SD….that’s more like it! I knew you would come good and deliver what was required.
Thought for the day:
“All’s well, that ends well!”
Once again
What lovely pics you all gave into an open space
More than pics
may your next saturday be a blessed one – and the weather fine and your con-tact(s) too
love
Madhu
Thank you all for your responses to London Queens Wood’s Saturday Circle!
The Moderator did a good job at choosing just a few words from my post and placing them above and below the pictures!
Lighthearted and funny!
But I wonder how you would respond to the full article which I am posting below…Will I have a place in Sannyas News writing or should I give up now and just stick to being a photographer? Maybe not even photographer (?) – just painting pictures!
Circle of Friends meetings: the communal love within our heart needs to manifest in a sacred space and in company of friends, sharing silence and longing for truth.
The web of Inner World Intimacy is nourished by the feminine in mystery and awe.
Underneath the beautitul Earth there is the presence of pure water, rich cool air, moss and rocks and the darkness itself that moves through the underground space.
In these meetings at the Wood’s cafe, there are walking paths, standing presence of trees, mud, a meditation shed, air breezes, sun shines, blue and cloudy skies, birds singing and squirrels…not to mention the glorious food from the cafe!
We are surrounded by places of mystery in Creation where form has just emerged from formlessness.
This primordial ground from which all life pours is a particular realm of Oneness.
Chaotic and uncontrollable, teeming and full, this level of life can be as fritghtening as it is Nurturing!
Our culture starves us from Primordial life and its abundance. Our skeleton life structures needs the sustenance of what can only be experienced as the dark feminine. The unfamiliar and total inclusiveness of a heartfelt relationship with our world.
Inner World Intimacy happens all the time but perhaps in a group of meditators or devotees we see it playing in stories, sharing and humour! I am amazed looking back on SN the sheer amount of information and heart stories that have been happening in people’s lives.
Our interaction in love and presence with others in an intimate way is a communion…encouraging the spark of the Beyond and extending that to the Anima Mundi, the Light in Nature.
In meditation the mind dissolves in the heart. The love within our love needs to manifest in a sacred space, in a company of friends, meeting, sharing silence and longing for truth.
What is done with a human lover can be done with the heart of the world in communities, in a circle of friends.
We can remind the world that it is loved, that we are all a part of a continual moment of ecstasy, of God’s love being born into the world again and again….
Osho quotes on Intimacy
“The word intimacy comes from the Latin root intimum, which means your interiority, your innermost core.”
“Intimacy is a totally different dimension. It is allowing the other to come into you to see you as you see yourself – to allow the other see you from your inside, to invite somebody to that deepest core of your being.”
“Just as seeds need darkness and privacy in the earth, all relationships that are deep and intimate remain inner. They need privacy, they need a place where only two exist.”
“Only a man of meditation can allow intimacy to happen. He has nothing to hide. All that was making him afraid that somebody may know, he himself has dropped. He has only a silence and a loving heart.”
The way my name was given in sannyas was very much connected to Intimacy with God/Beloved so that’s the reason for wanting to post something about that subject.
I know I am late for this post, but I have been busy and unable to come to the computer.
“Al-Wadûd” by Joumana Medlej
“Al-Wadûd is divine love’s most intimate manifestation. It is the constant embrace of the affectionate, loving universe. The way we learn to love Allah is by learning how to love, and human beings especially learn how to love by learning how to be intimate.” – Physicians of the Heart -♥
What amazing goings-on at the – outwardly anyway – rather humdrum Queens Wood Café on Saturday mornings, Upnita…A mystical Oasis amidst the north London wilderness, a veritable Arcadian Delight for those in tune with the “dark feminine”!
But I must say I wonder whether you’re painting, to at least some degree, a rather ‘idealised’ picture…And if so, how come you’re moved to wax so lyrical?
The coming of Spring, at last, the miraculous annual Natural rebirth ‘out there’?
Mmmmm, no, I don’t quite think so…
How about another sort of inner ‘rebirth’, an ‘inner flowering’? So far, all the evidence I’ve seen is pretty conclusive…
So come on now, own up…It’s lurve and maybe even Lurve, innit, eh?!! (That photo is worth ten million words!).
Satyadeva, you write,
“rather humdrum Queens Wood Café on Saturday mornings, Upnita…A mystical Oasis amidst the north London wilderness”.
You are describing the seeing from the two eyes split in duality, you have been on the “path” a long time; look with the eye from the Heart which casts no shadow.
“a rather ‘idealised’ picture…And if so, how come you’re moved to wax so lyrical?”
“Idealised” is your seeing, your picture! My words(“Underneath the beautiful Earth there is the presence of pure water, rich cool air, moss and rocks and the darkness itself that moves through the underground space.”).
I am moved to wax so lyrical…aren’t you???
“inner ‘rebirth’, an ‘inner flowering’? So far, all the evidence I’ve seen is pretty conclusive”.
Evidence conclusive?? You have thrown your gauntlet for a duel…meet you at Dawn (after the meditation) for a handbags duel at Queens Wood this Saturday: Transformation or English breakfast!
“own up…It’s lurve and maybe even Lurve, innit, eh?!! (That photo is worth ten million words!).”
Lurve…Love is All…how the song goes…
I don’t have to go to Paris (if you want to get personal, Satyadeva! “Own up!”)
…or India…(Mystical)…my True Love is “Here and Now”…and the picture was taken by a God – what can I say?…I am truly a lucky Goddess, Woman embodying the Dark Feminine, feeling the sustenance of Love in the unfamiliar and total inclusiveness of a heartfelt relationship with……our world.
Thanks for such an impressive and rather delight-ful reply, Upnita.
You ask, “I am moved to wax so lyrical…aren’t you???”
I take it you’re describing an inner state rather than a making a literal description of what lies beneath the earth?
Unfortunately, no, Upnita, I have never enjoyed such ‘underground visions’ as you have written about. Basically (as Paul Newman once famously said about his later life) I’m “just gettin’ through the day”…
As for your diagnosis/advice, “You are describing the seeing from the two eyes split in duality, you have been on the “path” a long time; look with the eye from the Heart which casts no shadow.”
Well, that’s the sort of injunction that doesn’t really mean a whole lot to me, practically speaking, although it sounds portentously poetic.
But thanks for confirming my ‘suspicions’ (!) concerning the catalyst for this flowering of an inner Spring. And I know for sure that it’s well deserved (how can it not be, it’s happening?!). Long may it continue!
PS: It’s not Paris, it’s 600 miles further south!
And the last time I was in India was in ’96 (that’s 1996, btw).
PPS: Handbags at Dawn will have to wait for a few weeks as I’ll be busy or away, then will need at least a couple of months’ intensive training…but then there’s the World Cup and Wimbledon…then I’ll be in France…How about September 20?!
There is a little bit of magic happening in the wood, SD. Like you, I would not describe it in the way that Upnita does, but one senses she is “seeing” from the same place, just the descriptions have a different filter.
She is making a genuine invitation, maybe you come and taste it sometime.
Perhaps this little number (from one my musical ‘gurus’) rings a few bells these days, Upnita? (best with headphones)…
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And this one…
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Thanks, Satyadeva.
If I remember correctly you had tickets for someone who couldn’t come and invited me?? You didn’t want to lose the money??
In Hammersmith there were three of us in the concert..listening to Ron…one of your favourite singers???
You still are a fan??
I never really listened again to Ron but you could sing to us at the Queens Cafe his song of Miracles..??? Ah, ah – and we will all join in a choir…Miracle!
You’re right, Upnita, that was back in 2003, shortly after I’d come across Ron after reading in a Sunday paper Amitabh brought with him to Brunei that Paul McCartney rated him the best of the ‘new generation’ of singer-songwriters. He was only an intro act for Aimee Mann that time, I recall.
Yes, I’m still a fan, have even met him twice, but it’s pretty clear that despite (or maybe because of) his talent, he’ll never be a ‘household name’ in this day and age, he’s too much the pure artist, too melodic, too poetic – and too self-effacing as well, not enough ‘image’ for the publicity people to exploit.
As for your suggestion I ‘perform Miracles’, well…as the Irish would say, ‘Chance would be a fine thing!’ In other words, you’re talking ‘Guinness Book of Records’ territory there, madam! And somehow, I do believe you know it…
Ah, the compassionate cheek – or is it the cheeky compassion? – of the female mystic in love!
PS: As you live close to Highgate Cemetery (and mentioned this in a recent post), there’s another one for you at the latest thread (‘Buddha in the Dental Chair’, April 30, 2.42pm). Enjoy!
Dhyan Upnita
This early morning I’ve been seeing your last contribution here
somehow connected with the question (was it one?)
“Will I have a place in Sannyas News writing?”
That may be a question of some of us, including me.
What I posted yesterday lunchtime happened after rereading the wave of this thread
What I want to post now is a response to what came through your evening love letter and especially to the lines:
“In meditation the mind dissolves in the heart. The love within our love needs to manifest in a sacred space, in a company of friends, meeting, sharing silence and longing for truth…Osho.”
The following poem happened in me long ago when, having been able to join fellow travellers’ meetings regularl.y
Posting this into the energy of your contribution seems to be right…
–
We are, aren’t we
ancient tribes
meeting again and again
allowing surrender to happen?
Ah, this!
Magnificent, miraculous, mysterious force
dancing and singing the song lines of the ancestors
creating in innumerous ways
the ONE
the unspeakable
losing track of the way
ever and ever again
then pain and her sister
JOY
taking care of us
clearing the eyes
for a mystery
not to be interfered with.
This – dear Upnita – is my response to your question, because your question is all mine.
To surrender to the fact that some phases are seemingly gone
and yet to cherish a memory of an intimacy and a standard of togetherness
not denying the pain of missing the latter
and finding a YES to change
and yet…
keep going
Love of NOW
Madhu
Madhu,
Yes…so glad you shared the poem “happening” in you a long time ago…so beautiful and poignant!
The truth is that is happening all Now…
Intimacy happening with the Beyond and Here and Now…in the Body…
with “travellers” friends…
“Some phases are seemingly gone”, only to give birth to new ways of being and for the Silence to penetrate us deeper..?
-The web of Inner World Intimacy is nourished by the feminine in mystery and awe.
-This primordial ground from which all life pours is a particular realm of Oneness.
Chaotic and uncontrollable, teeming and full, this level of life can be as frightening as it is Nurturing!
In the old days they used to wash the dead in the stream by the cemetery but these days quite often they have wires or gates to hide that…We are being protected by “walls”of civilization that separate us from the real, from the pain and rawness of life…I live near a cemetery and pain can be your ally…
Grateful for your words and friendship.
Beautiful response, Madhu.