Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers – for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.
Who is Osho (I didn’t know so I consulted trusty wikipedia — and found that he was my neighbor! Osho, the Indian mystic formerly known as Bhagwan Shri Rajneesh, had an ashram in Poona, India, right behind Srikant Nagarkar’s compound, where 6 of us American college students stayed during our junior year abroad. Tiny, joyful, wizened Srikant, then in his 70’s, flew kites on his big flat roof with Maria and me, and graced us each with a tiger claw as a parting gift).
The ashram’s color palette was delicious — reds/oranges/pinks/maroons (just like my favorite Ikea bedspread). I’m not sure if it was a cult, and I’m not sure if it wasn’t. Be rather wary of any group that might hijack your freedom of thought and substitute fettered ecstasy.
You want to experience this feeling in a low-risk way? Please watch the TRULY SPECTACULAR, deeply evocative opening sequence to Jane Campion’s flawed but still intriguing movie “Holy Smoke.” It’s really an entire story encapsulated in a few kaleidoscopic minutes.
This is a one minute meditation with trees with 3 opening bells and 1 closing bell.