Friday, December 25, 2009

More Osho :)

"Certainly, to be full of spring yourself is far more beautiful than the autumn dew falling on the lotus leaves. That is one of the most beautiful things to watch: when autumn dew falls on the lotus leaves and shines in the morning sun like real pearls. But of course it is a momentary experience. As the sun rises, the autumn dew starts evaporating... This temporary beauty cannot be compared, certainly, with an eternal spring in your being. You look back as far as you can and it has always been there. You look forward as much as you can, and you will be surprised: it is your very being. Wherever you are it will be there, and the flowers will continue to shower on you."

http://peacefulrivers.homestead.com/Osho.html#anchor_15879

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Communication Kills!

Here are some pearls I found buried deep in the despair of answer papers:

1) Scientist giving a talk about recent developments in astronomy:
    "Do you know what our solar system is called? It is called the Milky Way Galaxy."
   [A second year science student wrote this.]

2) How to write a letter of application for a job, along with a resume:
   I feel like an imposter teaching these wise souls.

   * I give you permission to call me for an interview.
   * Give me the job. (This person surely believes in simplicity.)
   * Name: Balack Obama
   * Martial status/ Material status: Single

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Simplicity

"Listen to your heart, move according to your heart, whatsoever the stake: A condition of complete simplicity costing not less than everything.... To be simple is arduous, because to be simple costs everything that you have. You have to lose all to be simple. That's why people have chosen to be complex and they have forgotten how to be simple."

-- Osho!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Walking through twilight

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow...

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.

 
-- Lord Alfred Tennyson


Handball I am,
my own deepest feelings
are a mirage.
And after twilight, I know
I must meet the darker night.

I can't walk, I can't see.
You that brought along the night
for me to see
must see me through the blinding dark,
be the ground and the feet for me.