Milarepa
Milarepa
UJetsun Milarepais generally considered one of Tibet's most famous yogis and poets. He was a student of Marpa Lotsawa, and a major figure in the history of the Kagyu school of Tibetan Buddhism...
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morning writing unique
Every morning after discourse, I would take an hour to be alone and write. Very soon I realized what a unique opportunity it was to everyday expose myself and get Osho's immediate feedback. Sometimes he would accept my questions, sometimes he would reject them.
meditation world mysterious
I had speaking darshans with Osho in the early days of sannyas, my relationship with him has never been a personal one. It was and still is an inner one, something deeply connected with the mysterious world of meditation. However, as I moved deeper into meditation, so did my relationship with Osho change and become more intimate.
thinking
I had never asked a discourse question until Uruguay. I had always assumed, I think like many others, I had no questions to ask [Osho].
girlfriend reality men
I was wide-awake inside, red-alert. I started paying attention and tuning into what Osho was saying. He was talking about how ridiculous men look without a beard. And wouldn't it be strange if your girlfriend decided to grow a moustache? Then reality dawned. Oh my god, he was onto me! Then he says something like: "Just look at Milarepa, sitting there in the back looking like a complete idiot. He has shaved his beard and lost all his grandeur." It was Osho's way of saying hello.
heart night men
One day Nivedano, Osho's beloved drummer, walked up and said: "Hey man! Did you hear? Last night your master was talking about you again!" . I could see Nivedano was thrilled. Whenever someone in the Commune got a little extra nod from Osho, it would spread to every heart like wildfire and everyone would enjoy by association. Such was the intimacy of the Commune. At first, I thought Nivedano was just teasing, but my heart told me otherwise. I knew something amazing in the life of a disciple was happening, again. The master had smiled at me.
past night people
Osho had been speaking to a small group of people every night at his house for the past few months.
team thinking understanding
After the Ranch dissolved, I went to live and work in Los Angeles. Shunyo left the Ranch with Osho as part of His team of caretakers, so we were separated for some months during this time. In our six years together, although we were not always lovers we maintained a close friendship. I think we shared a mutual understanding that, in spite of the love we had for each other, ultimately we were sannyasins, fellow travelers, bound in spirit by a deeper love: Our love for the master.
enough
It felt more than enough just to be in the [Osho] presence.
When Osho left Uruguay, because it all happened very suddenly, there were a handful of pending discourse questions on Maneesha's clipboard, and a few of them were mine.
heart laughing giving
Seeing [Osho] laugh would just melt my heart. I would ask him things like "Beloved Master, are you just pulling my big toe?" and he would laugh and then proceed to give the most amazing answer, one that always seemed to perfectly suit the occasion. And at the same time find its mark in me!
real writing opportunity
Osho sat for a minute, then smiled and said unless we had questions for him, there was no reason to speak. He said for us to take it as a game, to write questions even if they didn't feel like our own, because someday someone might benefit from our asking. And to remember that our questions were creating the opportunity for him to be with us and to share his being. And that although the real transmission happens in silence, we still need the discourses to create a context for this.
missing
Osho returned to India and stayed in Bombay for about three months. It was a transitional time. But Osho, never one to miss a beat, resumed the discourses a few days after arriving back in India.
country political
In his own country, [Osho] suddenly seemed safe from the international, political attempts to harass him.
thinking intimate matured
I like to think I have matured since those intimate times in Uruguay.