Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Atisha's Heart Meditation

Osho -
And the method is, when you breathe in - listen carefully, it is one of the greatest methods - when you breathe in, think that you are breathing in all the miseries of all the people in the world. All the darkness, all the negativity, all the hell that exists anywhere, you are breathing it in. And let it be absorbed in your heart.

You may have read or heard about the so-called positive thinkers of the West. They say just the opposite - they don't know what they are saying. They say, "When you breathe out, throw out all your misery and negativity; and when you breathe in, breathe in joy, positivity, happiness, cheerfulness."

Atisha's method is just the opposite: when you breathe in, breathe in all the misery and suffering of all the beings of the world - past, present and future. And when you breathe out, breathe out all the joy that you have, all the blissfulness that you have, all the benediction that you have. Breathe out, pour yourself into existence. This is the method of compassion: drink in all the suffering and pour out all the blessings.

And you will be surprised if you do it. The moment you take all the sufferings of the world inside you, they are no longer sufferings. The heart immediately transforms the energy. The heart is a transforming force: drink in misery, and it is transformed into blissfulness... then pour it out.
Once you have learned that your heart can do this magic, this miracle, you would like to do it again and again. Try it. It is one of the most practical methods - simple, and it brings immediate results. Do it today, and see.

Source: " The Book of Wisdom " - Osho

Thursday, January 8, 2009

In the Spirit of Madness

In the spirit of madness
I start a new year
as a chapter in a book
yet to be written

I vow to drink my fill
of all that pleases me
to take what ever I desire
and fulfill my deepest
fantasies and cravings.

In the spirit of madness
I vow to hold myself
to NO expectations
or moral and
ethical codes.

I shall eat what
delights my pallet
listen to what
feels sweet
to my ear
touch all that
tastes delightful
to my fingers tips
and lips.

In the spirit of madness
I will grope into the
most intimate
and darkest corners
of life herself
feeling out her
licking her nectar
as I probe
deeper to posses
all that she is
and ever will be.

I will delve
and dive into
the depths of it all

be it
a placid pond
in an Eden
only dreamt of

or a cesspool
in the pit of

In the spirit of madness
I will take each moment
for all that it offers
devouring it whole
without thought
or care
or concern
of what may
ever come to pass.

I will consume it all
without guilt
or shame
of what it is
I am
or do.

It is in the spirit of saneness
that I make this proclamation
this declaration of
my freedom and
desire to be
all that I am.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

New Years Tribunal

Four gather together
six chambers filled
though only one
may be needed

Case to be pleaded
against screaming
voices within
all judgments final
no appeals
no reconsiderations.

Trial, Parole Hearing
is it one or the other
or both and the same?

one more year
in life
or end of life –
a stay of execution
and one more year
of life
or freedom
from life.

Which is it
to be?

end of hope or
hope for freedom

incarceration or
exquisite gift?

Which is it?

Is it one or the other

both and
the same?

Are THE facts
only stories
and imagined
from deafening
mental noise

or echoes of
those voices
in reason?

Can a trial be convened
if neither
or Judges exist?

All like static
between channels
on an aged television.

Faces seen
and voices heard
hallucinated from
a noisy cacophony

by one exquisitely
creative mind.

A mind
imagined also
from the noise.

So a trial was convened
black and white speckled
each arguing their
as fast as they appeared
replaced by more
and more
equally vanishing
like bubbles
in a pot of
boiling water
rising to a surface
bursting into

Music from the
that remains

ever was.

Music orchestrating
dancing of
innumerable parts
of the indissoluble

Stepping onto the
dance floor
I hear one
last fading
speck whisper

“Don’t try to explain it,
you will only look
like a fool.”