Life and philosophy

Ma Bewakoof

2019-02-01T23:34:00.000+05:45

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Ma Bewakoof [1st Feb, 2019]

त्यो सुन्दर बगैंचामा
फुलिरहेको एउटा कोपिला
कुनै पापीले पत्र पत्र बनाइदिँदा...
आँसुका ति थोपाहरू सुकेर...
निर्जल अनि निराशताले भरिएको
त्यो मरुभूमि भैदिँदा...

आखिर कालो पट्टी बानेको त्यो आँखाले
कहाँ देख्थ्यो र....
अनि म बेवकुफ यहाँ दिउँसै...
Singapore र पानी जहाजको
सपना देखिरहेछु...
नयाँ युगमा रमाईरहेको कल्पना गरिरहेछु...

धेरै होइन, मात्र दुई थोपा औषधि खान नपाएर
एउटा कलिलो बालकको मृत्यु हुन्छ...
गरिवीको सागरमा यति तल डुबेको छु...
तर पनि म बेवकुफ... म बेवकुफ यहाँ
जलश्रोतको दोस्रो धनी देशको...
नारा लगाइरहेछु...

सायद..... सायद तिमी मलाई
यस्तै बेवकुफ सम्झिछौ होला...
हो..... हो तिमी सहि छौ....
तर बेवकुफ हरू psycho हुन्छन्
कसैको आँसुमा पौडिने डुङ्गा होइन

म..... म बेवकुफ थिइन...
मलाई बेवकुफ बनाइयो...
मलाई.... मलाई त्यो झुटो सपना देखाउनेहरूलाई सोध
मलाई.... मलाई बेवकुफ बनाएर...
करोडौंको त्यो चिल्लो गाडीमा चढ्नेहरूलाइ सोध...

Singapore कहिले बन्छ होइन...
सोध..... सोधकी...
त्यो डरलाग्दो नदीमाथि तुइन तर्नुपर्ने ठाउँमा
पूल कहिले बन्छ....
सोध..... सोधकी...
बिरामीलाई डोकोमा अस्पताल लग्नुपर्ने ठाउँमा
मोटर गुड्ने बाटो कहिले बन्छ...

रेलगाडी र पानी जहाज कहिले आउँछ पनि होइन
सोध..... सोधकी...
जिवनजल र सिटामोल नपाएर मर्ने ठाउँमा
औषधि र डाक्टर कहिले आउँछ....
सोध... सोधकी...
दुई छाक टार्न धौधौ पर्ने त्यो पेटले...
ढुक्क सँग खान कहिले पाँउछ...

त्यो खुशीको हाँसो कहिले आउँछ पनि होइन
सोध... सोधकी...
जनयुद्धमा छोरो गुमाएकी ती आमाको आँखामा
खुसीको आँसु कहिले आउँछ...

सोध... सोधकी...
खाडीमा रगत र पसिना बेच्न बाध्य छोरोले
आफ्नै देशमा हाँसी खुशी बस्न कहिले पाउँछ...

Title अहिले...
नयाँ नेपालबाट नयाँ युग भएछ सायद...
खैर.... तिमी त्यो पनि छोड...
त्यो नयाँ युगको सुरुवात कहिले हुन्छ पनि होइन...
सोध..... मात्र यति सोधकी...
अन्याय र अत्याचारको अन्त्य कहिले हुन्छ...

तिमी..... तिमी सोध गएर, पाँउछौ उत्तर...
तर..... तर खोक्रो भाषणमा मात्र...
र पनि म बेवकुफ.... म बेवकुफ यहाँ दिउँसै...
Singapore र पानी जहाजको
सपना देखिरहेछु...
नयाँ युगमा रमाईरहेको कल्पना गरिरहेछु...

Thanks a lot for reading...
Have a Nice Moment 💖💖

A POEM INSPIRED FROM
GREAT POET NAVRAJ PARAJULI 🙏
AND COMPOSED BY : Vivek Nepal

Feelings [23rd Jan, 2019]

2019-01-29T22:10:00.002+05:45

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Feelings[23rd Jan, 2019]

A Dream in my intuition
I don't know what's the intention
But always in a Depression
It makes a kinda Relation
Deep down in my emotion

This mind is just psychoted
And the feelings are like glue-coated
I don't know why they are generated
Or who knows if they are created

But awesome is this air
Blowing that Hair
So gently with a care
Wanted to say few words there
But this Heart could never dare

Why God.......... Why ??
It's Really.......... not fair
And Today...
The weather is so awesome
So, whatever about Dare

I am not gonna care...

Were sitting there in a coeffee shop
And just in those window-glasses
How pretty was the dewdrop....
And how sweet was that coeffee drop

May Be, I forgot to write
About that Beautiful Rain
Those little cute Drops
Falling over the crops
And that sweet sound
Just pops, pops and pops

How can i forget that music
Which was my favourite one
And how can i forget that friend
Who was my favourite one...
But before i could utter something
I was lost....... in my own...

It had been more than hours
And how pretty this nature showers
And how cute were those lil flowers

And the waiter came with bill payments
But life has some awesome moments
Happiness in parts and segments....
Memories in every fragments...

May Be it was God's grace...
He gives us something without pay
I heard from the same person....
The same thing, that i was....gonna say

And the feeling inside....
Was just ineffable
These lips were somehow...
Trying to mumble
But my words were..... going jumbled

And do you know....
The beauty of those butterflies 🦋🦋
Were together, going miles and miles
With a lots of........ Happy smiles

Were walking By the Road
In a County side Abroad
Doing a photo upload
And my cell phone says
Some trouble logging in
Do you wanna Reload ??

I didn't try Again
Cause there was no network gain
And i knew, it would be all in vain
So i got lost in that Rain
In a different state..... of my Brain

And that day, i was so Happy
Cause one good thing had Happened
And that is, i was not offend....
Meaning, i was with my best friend...

And Having an ice-cream
Thereby a downstream...
But my bad luck
I was sleeping....
And it was just a Dream

Thanks a lot for Reading...
Have a Nice Moment 💖💖

Composed by: Vivek Nepal

Wada na karo...

2018-05-26T19:59:00.002+05:45

Wada na karo,
agar tum nibha na sako,
Chaho na usko,
jise tum pa na sako,
Dost to bahot hote hai,
Duniya me,
Par ek khas rakho,
jiske bina tum muskura na sako.

Credit :copied from somewhere

Yo duniya ani sansar kasle banayo

2018-05-14T21:15:00.000+05:45

Hello frn,nice to see you here in this world of literature...

यो दुनियाँ अनि संसार कसले बनायो

यो आँगन अनि घरबार कसले बनायो
बचन नै काफी छैन र काट्न रेट्नलाई
यो चक्कु अनि तरबार कसले बनायो
गरिबी सडक भरी छन्,धनी बस्नलाई
यो महल अनि दरबार कसले बनायो
यहाँ हजारौं मान्छे विस्थापित गर्नलाई
यो राज्य अनि सरकार कसले बनायो
पुग्दै नपुग्ने, आधा सपना देखाउनलाई
यो रात अनि अन्धकार कसले बनायो

Thanks a lot for reading....

Credit :Bokre

// हामीलाई त अझ अरू मन्दिर बनाउनु छ,मस्जिद बनाउनु छ //

2018-05-12T15:48:00.000+05:45

#I_see_people_searching_for_God...
In the temples, in the churches,
In the mosques, in the monuments,
In the statues,in the Holy Rivers
In the Bible, in the Quaran
In the Gita, in the Veda,
In the upanishad, in the Tripitak
In the "tikas" the "Prasad"
In the garlands, in the lockets
In the incense, in the pics,
In the posters, in the clusters

But i get surprised....
Why don't they try to search the God just "within themselves "....
I get surprised....
why don't they look for God Just Residing "within themselves " ....
I get surprised....
Why don't they see that God who is always "within themselves "....

Someone has said,"No Religion is Greater Than Humanity." Well anyway, you commence here...

//हामीलाई त अझ अरू मन्दिर बनाउनु छ,

मस्जिद बनाउनु छ//

सक्दैनौँ बाबु हामी, केही गर्न तिम्रो लागी

हामीलाई त अझ अरू मन्दिर बनाउनु छ,

मस्जिद बनाउनु छ,

करोड़ों को हिरा मोतिले, ती मुर्ति बनाउनु छ,

चार दिवाल भित्र ढुङ्गा राखी

भगवान अब तिमीलाई नी, आफ्नो बनाउनु छ,

किन गर्नु पर्यो र मेहनत, केहि पाउनलाई,

हामीलाई त बस,

निर्दोष एक पशुको बली चढाउनु छ,

छैन हामीलाई मतलव बाबु

भोकले जतिसुकै तडपियौ तिमी,

हामीलाई त बस, ती पत्थर अगाडि,

मिठाई फल-फूल चढाउनु छ,

पाँच रूपिँया नी,

दिन सक्दैनौँ बाबु तिमीलाई,

हामीलाई त मन्दिरमा भेटी चढाउनु छ,

सुन्दैनौँ बाबु हामी,

पिडाले छटपटिएका, तिम्रा ति आवाजहरू

हामीलाई त मन्दिरमा,

ठुलो स्वरले बज्ने, घन्टि चढाउनु छ,

पुसको त्यो जाडोमा नी,

लुग लुग काम्दै बस तिमी,

तिम्लाइ कहाँ देख्छौँ र हामी,

हाम्लाई त ति पत्थर माथी पो,

सल ओढाउनु छ...

सक्दैनौँ बाबु हामी, केही गर्न तिम्रो लागी

हामीलाई त अझ अरू मन्दिर बनाउनु छ,

मस्जिद बनाउनु छ,

करोड़ों को हिरा मोतिले, ती मुर्ति बनाउनु छ,

चार दिवाल भित्र ढुङ्गा राखी

भगवान अब तिमीलाई नी, आफ्नो बनाउनु छ,

Thanks a lot for reading.You are most welcome for any critics, comments and suggestions...

Credit :Vivek Nepal

सरकार तँलाइ यति कुरा थाहा छ कि छैन (Gazal)

2018-05-12T08:52:00.000+05:45

Hello frn, welcome in this awesome world of life and philosophy... Here you go...

गजल
धर्म-संस्कार बेचेका छन् आस्था बेचेका छन्
पैसामा यिनले आफ्नो आत्मा बेचेका छन्
देशभक्तिको नारा लगाइ नथाक्नेहरुले
चन्द्रसुर्य अंकित रातो झण्डा बेचेका छन्
यसरी लम्पसार पर्नुको कारण के होला?
यिनीहरुले स्वाभिमान पक्का बेचेका छन्
बिना - आंगनको तला उठाउन शहरमा
कतिले गाउँका सबै घर जग्गा बेचेका छन्
सरकार तँलाइ यति कुरा थाहा छ कि छैन
जनताले छाक टार्न मृगौला बेचेका छन्

Thanks a lot for coming here...

Credit : नृपेश उप्रेती(योगपुत्र)

Kitna Achha Ye Duniya Hota

2018-05-11T19:18:00.000+05:45

Hello frn, you are most welcome here, in this beautiful world of literature...

ये समझ हर कोही पाता तो
कित्ना अच्छा ये दुनिया होता
लोग रख्ते खयाल हर किसिका
जन्नत यहि धर्ती होता
ना दुखाता कोही दिल किसिका
ना मासुम सा वो दिल रोता।

Thanks a lot for reading...
You are most welcome for any suggestions, critics and comments...

Credit : Vivek Nepal (Mr. Confusion)

Creative Collection

2018-05-11T19:11:00.000+05:45

Hi, vivek welcomes you from every nooks and corners of the heart....

मुक्तक

आफु भरि हुँदा अरु रित्तिए जस्तो लाग्ला

जिन्दगीको हिसाब बित्तिय जस्तो लाग्ला
दुनियाँमा रुप र यौवनको छैन कहिँ कमी
तर तिमीलाई आफु अद्वितीय जस्तो लाग्ला

"हरेक सवालको जवाफ बिज्ञानसंग छ
जे बिज्ञानसंग छैन त्यो भगवानसंग छ"

मुक्तक
बर्षमा दुईचार जोर कपडा लत्ता दिए हुन्छ
वृद्धलाई मात्र हैन हरेकलाई भत्ता दिए हुन्छ
जसले देशको समृद्धि आकाश पुर्याउन सक्छ
आँखा चिम्लेर उसैलाई शासन सत्ता दिए हुन्छ

"वाह मान्छेहरु पनि काम क्या क्या गर्छन
चरित्रमा धुलो जमेको छ जुत्ता सफा गर्छन"

मुक्तक

कठिन भन्दा कठिन परिस्थितिमा बाँचेको छ
नाघेर हरपल यहाँ मृत्युको सीमा बाँचेको छ
कसरी अजिव प्राणी मान्छे बनायौ दैव तिमीले
स्वास जम्ने जाडो हड्डी पग्लने गर्मीमा बाँचेको छ

Last but not the least...
मुक्तक
मन्दिर जाने मस्जिद जाने चाह छैन
त्यति ठूलो ईश्वर छैन अल्लाह छैन
मेरी आमा हुनुहुन्छ मेरो मन भित्र
मलाई अरु कुनै कुराको पर्वाह छैन

Thanks a lot for reading....

Credit: Nripesh Upreti

Yestai Rahexa(Gazal)

2018-05-11T18:49:00.000+05:45

Hi, you are most welcome from every nooks and corners of my heart......

गजल

न आउने न जाने भर रहेछ
जिन्दगी सागरको लहर रहेछ
केही हैन रहेछ मान्छेको मन पनि
रहरै रहरको एक घर रहेछ
हजारौ हजार सवाल जिन्दगीको
मृत्यु नै त एउटै उत्तर रहेछ
स्वार्थ पूरा नहुँदा सोचिन्छ यहि
भगवान् पनि खाली पत्थर रहेछ
समय आए पछि भन्नेछन् सबैले
'नृपेश'को दिल त सगर रहेछ

Credit :नृपेश उप्रेती

Katai hideko xa(Gazal)

2018-05-11T18:36:00.001+05:45

Hello, you are most welcome in this world of literature...

गजल
सुन्दर दिनको तलासमा बिहान हिंडेको छ
यहाँ भविष्यको खोजीमा वर्तमान हिंडेको छ
यो हल्लाखल्ला प्रदर्शन नयाँ नयाँहरुको हो
चुपचाप खानदानी धनवान हिंडेको छ
हामीले तुलसी उखेलेर सिउँडी रोप्यौं यता
उता बेदलाई अघि लाएर बिज्ञान हिंडेको छ
अब कुन वस्तीमा तवाही मच्चाउने हो फेरि
यताबाट आगो टिपेर तुफान हिंडेको छ
छोराले राहदानी बनाउने कुरा के झिक्यो
आमाको चेहराबाट मुस्कान हिंडेको छ
समयले सपनाहरु सिरिया बनाएपछि
छातीमा बोकेर नृपेश श्मशान हिंडेको छ

credit :नृपेश उप्रेती "योगपुत्र"

Fool’s wisdom

2018-05-11T00:46:00.001+05:45

Hello frn, nice to see you here... Please have a patience to go through this nice story...

A king was seriously thinking of turning the whole country moral. Nobody should be allowed to say anything untrue. Untruths should be banned. The wise men were all agreed; in fact, because these wise people were his servants they were even going further than him, exaggerating. One wise man suggested that of course this was the right thing to be done – untruths should be banned – and one who was found to be saying some untruth should be immediately sentenced to death. He should be hanged in the marketplace so that everybody would know what the cost of saying anything untrue would be.

The fool was listening. He said, ‘Okay. Then tomorrow morning I will see you all at the gate.’

They said, ‘What do you mean?’

He said, ‘At the gate.’

And he said to the king, ‘Keep the gallows ready because I am going to say an untruth.’

The king said, ‘Have you gone mad?’

And he replied, ‘I have always been mad: But I will see you all, the whole court, at the gate – and keep the gallows ready. I will be the first person to be hanged.’

It was a challenge. The gallows were made ready and the next morning, when they opened the gate of the town, the fool entered on his donkey.

The king asked, ‘Where are you going, you fool?’ He was very angry because they had had to get up early in the morning to get there.

And the fool said, ‘I am going to the gallows.’

Now he created a problem. If you killed him he had said a truth, if you didn’t kill him he had told a lie. He said, ‘I am going to the gallows. Prepare them. I am going to die on the gallows.’ All these wise men and the king were puzzled. What to do with this man? He was telling a lie. If you kill him the lie becomes a truth. If you don’t kill him the lie goes unpunished.

And the fool laughed. He said, ‘You are all fools. Who can ban untruth and who can ban immorality? Everything is needed in proportion.’

Each great king used to have a fool because wise people tend to go to the extreme. And to go to the extreme is a sort of foolishness. To keep a balance one should sometimes forget all about dignity, one should sometimes bend in company, laugh like a fool, be like a child – be human.

Walk Without Feet, Fly Without Wings and Think Without Mind....

Thanks a lot for reading....

Osho, Tao: The Pathless Path

Unnecessary Doubts

2018-05-11T00:37:00.000+05:45

Hi, you are welcome here from the nooks and corners of my heart... Please you commence here....

A boy n a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed. The boy kept the biggest ‘n the most beautiful marble aside ‘n gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised. That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.
Thanks a lot for reading...

Credit : I am extremely sorry to forget the source.

Life Belongs To Those Who Can Play

2018-05-11T00:22:00.000+05:45

Hello frn... You are most welcome in this world of philosophy... Please have a patience to go through this nice story....

Life belongs to those who can play
There is an old sufi fable.

In a very ancient family there was some musical organ, but people had completely forgotten how to play it. Generations came and people even forgot that it was a musical organ. It was gathering dust.

It was a very big organ and it was taking up much space. One day the family decided to throw this nonsense.

They said, ‘This is just a nuisance. Why should we keep it?’ They took it out; they threw it on the road.

They had just reached home when a beggar started playing upon the organ.

Time stopped. They simply turned. The whole traffic stopped, people came rushing from their houses; they forgot everything. For one hour the beggar was playing on it.

It was so beautiful, so enchanting — they were just hypnotised. And when the music ended the family demanded their organ back.

The beggar said, ‘It is not yours, because a musical instrument belongs to one who can play with it. There is no other ownership. It may have remained in your house for many centuries but it doesn’t belong to you. You are not worthy of it. I am the owner!’

And of course the whole crowd agreed with the beggar — that he was the owner — because what does one mean by ownership?

A musical instrument belongs to one who can play with it.

And that’s how it is: life belongs to those who can go deeper and deeper and deeper into it.

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Osho- God is not for Sale ch#20

Love and ego

2018-05-11T00:10:00.000+05:45

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I have heard that there was once an ancient and majestic tree, with branches spreading out towards the sky. When it was in a flowering mood, butterflies of all shapes, colours and sizes danced around it. When it grew blossoms and bore fruit, birds from far lands came and sang in it. The branches, like outstretched hands, blessed all who came and sat in their shade. A small boy used to come and play under it, and the big tree developed an affection for the small boy.

Love between big and small is possible, if the big is not aware that it is big. The tree did not know it was big; only man has that kind of knowledge. The big always has the ego as its prime concern, but for love, nobody is big or small. Love embraces whomsoever comes near.

So the tree developed a love for this small boy who used to come to play near it. Its branches were high, but it bent and bowed them down so that he might pluck its flowers and pick its fruit. Love is ever ready to bow; the ego is never ready to bend. If you approach the ego, its branches will stretch upwards even more; it will stiffen so you cannot reach it.

The playful child came, and the tree bowed its branches. The tree was very pleased when the child plucked some flowers; its entire being was filled with the joy of love. Love is always happy when it can give something; the ego is always happy when it can take.

The boy grew. Sometimes he slept on the tree’s lap, sometimes he ate its fruit, and sometimes he wore a crown of the tree’s flowers and acted like a jungle king. One becomes like a king when the flowers of love are there, but one becomes poor and miserable when the thorns of the ego are present. To see the boy wearing a crown of flowers and dancing about filled the tree with joy. It nodded in love; it sang in the breeze. The boy grew even more. He began to climb the tree to swing on its branches. The tree felt very happy when the boy rested on its branches. Love is happy when it gives comfort to someone; the ego is only happy when it gives discomfort.

With the passage of time the burden of other duties came to the boy. Ambition grew; he had exams to pass; he had friends to chat with and to wander about with, so he did not come often. But the tree waited anxiously for him to come. It called from its soul, ”Come. Come. I am waiting for you.” Love waits day and night. And the tree waited. The tree felt sad when the boy did not come. Love is sad when it cannot share; love is sad when it cannot give. Love is grateful when it can share. When it can surrender, totally, love is the happiest.

As he grew, the boy came less and less to the tree. The man who becomes big, whose ambitions grow, finds less and less time for love. The boy was now engrossed in worldly affairs.

One day, while he was passing by, the tree said to him, ”I wait for you but you do not come. I expect you daily.”

The boy said, ”What do you have? Why should I come to you? Have you any money? I am looking for money.” The ego is always motivated. Only if there is some purpose to be served will the ego come. But love is motiveless. Love is its own reward.

The startled tree said, ”You will come only if I give something?” That which withholds is not love. The ego amasses, but love gives unconditionally. ”We don’t have that sickness, and we are joyful,” the tree said. ”Flowers bloom on us. Many fruits grow on us. We give soothing shade. We dance in the breeze, and sing songs. Innocent birds hop on our branches and chirp even though we don’t have any money. The day we get involved with money, we will have to go to the temples like you weak men do, to learn how to obtain peace, to learn how to find love. No, we do not have any need for money.”

The boy said, ”Then why should I come to you? I will go where there is money. I need money.” The ego asks for money because it needs power.

The tree thought for a while and said, ”Don’t go anywhere else, my dear. Pick my fruit and sell it. You will get money that way.”
The boy brightened immediately. He climbed up and picked all the tree’s fruit; even the unripe ones were shaken down. The tree felt happy, even though some twigs and branches were broken, even though some of its leaves had fallen to the ground. Getting broken also makes love happy, but even after getting, the ego is not happy. The ego always desires more. The tree didn’t notice that the boy hadn’t even once looked back to thank him. It had had its thanks when the boy accepted the offer to pick and sell its fruit.

The boy did not come back for a long time. Now he had money and he was busy making more money from that money. He had forgotten all about the tree. Years passed. The tree was sad. It yearned for the boy’s return – like a mother whose breasts are filled with milk but whose son is lost. Her whole being craves for her son; she searches madly for her son so he can come to lighten her. Such was the inner cry of that tree. Its entire being was in agony.

After many years, now an adult, the boy came to the tree.

The tree said, ”Come, my boy. Come embrace me.”

The man said, ”Stop that sentimentality. That was a childhood thing. I am not a child any more.” The ego sees love as madness, as a childish fantasy.

But the tree invited him: ”Come, swing on my branches. Come dance. Come play with me.”

The man said, ”Stop all this useless talk! I need to build a house. Can you give me a house?”

The tree exclaimed: ”A house! I am without a house.” Only men live in houses. Nobody else lives in a house but man. And do you notice his condition after his confinement among four walls? The bigger his buildings, the smaller man becomes. ”We do not stay in houses, but you can cut and take away my branches – and then you may be able to build a house.”

Without wasting any time, the man brought an axe and severed all the branches of the tree. Now the tree was just a bare trunk. But love cares not for such things – even if its limbs are severed for the loved one. Love is giving; love is ever ready to give.

The man didn’t even bother to thank the tree. He built his house. And the days flew into years.

The trunk waited and waited. It wanted to call for him, but it had neither branches nor leaves to give it strength. The wind blew by, but it couldn’t even manage to give the wind a message. And still its soul resounded with one prayer only: ”Come. Come, my dear. Come.” But nothing happened.

Time passed and the man had now become old. Once he was passing by and he came and stood by the tree.

The tree asked, ”What else can I do for you? You have come after a very, very long time.”

The old man said, ”What else can you do for me? I want to go to distant lands to earn more money. I need a boat, to travel.”

Cheerfully, the tree said, ”But that’s no problem, my love. Cut my trunk, and make a boat from it. I would be so very happy if I could help you go to faraway lands to earn money. But, please remember, I will always be awaiting your return.”

The man brought a saw, cut down the trunk, made a boat and sailed away.

Now the tree is a small stump. And it waits for its loved one to return. It waits and it waits and it waits. The man will never return; the ego only goes where there is something to gain and now the tree has nothing, absolutely nothing to offer. The ego does not go where there is nothing to gain. The ego is an eternal beggar, in a continuous state of demand, and love is charity. Love is a king, an emperor! Is there any greater king than love?

I was resting near that stump one night. It whispered to me, ”That friend of mine has not come back yet. I am very worried in case he might have drowned, or in case he might be lost. He may be lost in one of those faraway countries. He might not even be alive any more. How I wish for news of him! As I near the end of my life, I would be satisfied with some news of him at least. Then I could die happily. But he would not come even if I could call him. I have nothing left to give and he only understands the language of taking.”

The ego only understands the language of taking; the language of giving is love. I cannot say anything more than that. Moreover, there is nothing more to be said than this: if life can become like that tree, spreading its branches far and wide so that one and all can take shelter in its shade, then we will understand what love is. There are no scriptures, no charts, no dictionaries for love. There is no set of principles for love.

I wondered what I could say about love! Love is so difficult to describe. Love is just there. You could probably see it in my eyes if you came up and looked into them. I wonder if you can feel it as my arms spread in an embrace.

Love.

What is love?

If love is not felt in my eyes, in my arms, in my silence, then it can never be realized from my words.

I am grateful for your patient hearing. And finally, I bow to the Supreme seated in all of us.

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From "sex to superconsciousness" By Osho Rajneesh.

Everyone has a story

2018-05-10T23:50:00.001+05:45

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A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…
“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”
Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity,
suddenly he again exclaimed…
“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”
The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…
“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”
The old man smiled and said -“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.

Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them.....
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Nice Ohso Quotes

2018-05-10T23:29:00.000+05:45

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Indian-born Shree Rajneesh, best known as Osho, was a mystic and spiritual leader that gained recognition during the mid-twentieth century. His teachings were considered controversial because of his socialist perspective. Osho was deported from the United States in 1985 following political upheaval and serious accusations stemming from his movement. He was then denied entry in more than 21 countries, forcing his return to India, where he passed away in 1990.

Osho’s teachings revolve around meditation, love and courage. He believed every human being was capable of enlightenment. According to Osho, this is achieved by shedding social conditioning and the “illusory sense of identity”. He teaches respond to life, rather than react to it, and let the self participate fully, rather than be limited by small patterns of thinking.

Despite the controversy that surrounds his name, Osho has made beautiful contributions to the study of enlightenment.

Here are some special selected quotes from Shree Rajneesh aka Osho, courtesy of Good Reads:

1. “Experience life in all possible ways — good-bad, bitter-sweet, dark-light, summer-winter. Experience all the dualities. Don’t be afraid of experience, because the more experience you have, the more mature you become.”

2. “Drop the idea of becoming someone, because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it.”

3. “Take hold of your own life.
See that the whole existence is celebrating.
These trees are not serious, these birds are not serious.
The rivers and the oceans are wild,
and everywhere there is fun,
everywhere there is joy and delight.
Watch existence,
listen to the existence and become part of it.”

4. “If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.”

5. “Listen to your being. It is continuously giving you hints; it is a still, small voice. It does not shout at you, that is true. And if you are a little silent you will start feeling your way. Be the person you are. Never try to be another, and you will become mature. Maturity is accepting the responsibility of being oneself, whatsoever the cost. Risking all to be oneself, that’s what maturity is all about.”

6. “You feel good, you feel bad, and these feelings are bubbling from your own unconsciousness, from your own past. Nobody is responsible except you. Nobody can make you angry, and nobody can make you happy.”

7. “Falling in love you remain a child; rising in love you mature. By and by love becomes not a relationship, it becomes a state of your being. Not that you are in love – now you are love.”

8. “Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I. I have to contribute my potential to life; you have to contribute your potential to life. I have to discover my own being; you have to discover your own being.”

9. “Your whole idea about yourself is borrowed— borrowed from those who have no idea of who they are themselves.”

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