Life-A Joy

Life-A Joy

Life is a gift from unknown through known parents. It becomes a journey, a journey from unknown to known, from known to unknown, ultimately leading into unknowable. It becomes mystery, which always remains a mystery. Unknowable mystery attracts, some known experience pushes into unknown worth knowing. When unknown is known, there comes a strong magnetic pull. This pull leads to a growth into unknowable. This growth is full of eternity with an immortal bliss.

This journey from known to unknown and when unknown is known, there remains still a vast area which always attracts and attracts. When new area of attraction is known, there still remains a vast unexplored area to be known. Again on further journey, it is experience that a little has been known still remains a vast unexplored area to be known.

This journey from unknown to unknowable goes on and on. The journey is full of inner joy, ecstasy. The attraction, the pull, the journey, and anything in and around the journey, the experience, become unexplainable. It cannot be expressed in words.

Journey of life goes on and on till there is a rhythm between known to unknown and thereafter to unknowable. The rhythm with the Existence, Cosmos becomes joy of life.

Osho says…

Make your life an aesthetic experience. And not much is needed to make it an aesthetic experience; just an aesthetic consciousness is needed, a sensitive soul. Become more sensitive, more sensuous, and you will become more spiritual.

And 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. Search for all possible alternatives, move in all directions, be a wanderer, a vagabond of the world of life and Existence. And don't miss any opportunity to live.

Don't look back. Only fools think of the past -- fools who do not have the intelligence to live in the present. And only fools imagine about the future, because they don't have the courage to live in the present. Forget the past, forget the future, this moment is all. This moment has to become your prayer, your love, your life, your death, your everything. This is it.

And live courageously, don't be cowards. Don't think of consequences; only cowards think of consequences. Don't be too result-oriented; people who are result-oriented miss life. Don't think of goals, because goals are always in the future and far away, and life is herenow, close by.

And don't be too purposive. Let me repeat it: don't be too purposive. Don't always bring in the idea, "What is the purpose of it?" because that is a strategy created by your enemies, by the enemies of humanity, to poison your very source of life. Ask the question, "What is the purpose of it?" and everything becomes meaningless.

It is early morning, the sun is rising and the east is red with the sun, and the birds are singing and the trees are waking up, and it is all joy. It is a rejoicing, a new day has happened again. And you are standing there asking the question, "What is the purpose of it?" You miss, you miss it totally. You are simply disconnected.

A roseflower is dancing in the wind, so delicate and yet so strong, so soft yet fighting with the strong wind, so momentary yet so confident. Look at the roseflower. Have you ever seen any roseflower nervous? So confident, so utterly confident, as if it is going to be here forever. Just a moment's Existence, and such trust in eternity. Dancing in the wind, whispering with the wind, sending out its fragrance -- and you are standing there asking the question, "What is the purpose of it?"

You fall in love with a woman and ask the question, "What is the purpose of it?" You are holding the hand of your beloved or your friend, and asking the question, "What is the purpose of it?" And you may still be holding hands, but now life has disappeared, your hand is dead.

Raise the question, "What is the purpose?" and everything is destroyed. Let me tell you, there is no purpose in life. Life is its own purpose; it is not a means to some end, it is an end unto itself. The bird on the wing, the rose in the wind, the sun rising in the morning, the stars in the night, a man falling in love with a woman, a child playing on the street... there is no purpose. Life is simply enjoying itself, delighting in itself. Energy is overflowing, dancing, for no purpose at all. It is not a performance, it is not a business. Life is a love affair, it is poetry, it is music. Don't ask ugly questions like, "What is the purpose?" because the moment you ask it, you disconnect yourself from life. Life cannot be bridged by philosophical questions. Philosophy has to be put aside.

Be poets of life, singers, musicians, dancers, lovers, and you will know the real philosophy of life: PHILOSOPHIA PERENNIS.

And if you know how to live... and it is a simple art. The trees are living and nobody is there to teach them. In fact they must be laughing; seeing that you have asked such a question, they must be giggling -- you may not be able to hear their giggle.

The whole Existence is nonphilosophical. If you are philosophical, then a gap arises between you and Existence. Existence simply is, for no purpose. And the person who really wants to live has to get rid of this idea of purpose. If you start living without any purpose, with intensity, totality, love and trust, when death comes, you will know how to die -- because death is not the end of life, but only an episode in life.

Life At Ease

To Live With Children,

To Live In Innocence,

To Live Purity,

To Live With Nature,

To Be Happy Always,

 

To Live In Surprise,

To Be A Childlike,

To Accept With Thanks,

To Live In Gratitude,

Life Is At Ease.

Cuckoo in the Morning

A cuckoo Koo-kooing,

Koo – Koo –

Kooh - Kooh 

Koo – Kooing

Slowly – slowly

 

Only for some times here,

For Some times there

Morning coming

Very early morning.

Darkness still looming

Silence is there.

 

Koo – Koo

Koo – Koo- Koo – Koo

Koo – Koo- Koo- Kooing,

Kooh – Kooh – Kooh

Tis increasing , increasing

kooh --------------

Sharp and loud

koo – kooh –  cuckooing

Silence still prevailing

 

Breeze Blowing

Morning – morning,

Coming – coming.

It is Morning.

Cuckoo – cuckooing, still prevailing,

Morning fine

Fine is fine

 

Other birds, Numerous

Singing – singing and  singing

Cuckoos – cuckooed

Cuckooing clear and different

Separate and individual.

 

Cuckoo is cuckoo

Some thing different,

Some thing special for me

Cuckoo is special for me

 

Cuckoo – cuckooing,

Koo –Koo – Kooing

Kookooing – Kookooing

Cuckoo – Cuckooing,

Cuckooing – cuckooing.

 

Every thing fine.

Myself,

Surrounding – myself, morning,

Every thing surrounding,

Fine and fine

Cuckoo – cuckooing.

Still cuckooing

Heart catching

Silence prevailing,

Eyes closing,

Out side – going,

Inside – Intrinsic – has come.

Silence,

Relaxation has come home.

Cuckoo – cuckooing

Morning has come.

Cuckoo – cuckooing

Morning has come.

Prashant lost

 

O Beloved Happiness!

Happiness! Happiness, O Happiness!

Limit you know not

Barriers you see not

Containers you care not

O Beloved Happiness

How great you are

How wild you are

How much sophisticated you are.

 

Happiness, Happiness, Happiness

O Beloved Happiness

Come on, come on,

Waiting for you

People in agony,

People in distress

People in bankruptcy

Come on. Come on

O Beloved Happiness, come on.

 

Innocent you are

Child, or adult

Male or female,

Uneducated or educated,

Rustic or sophisticated,

You drawn all

No barrier no discrimination

You love all

Poor people

Tense people

Waiting for you

Shower, shower and shower on them

Loosing hope for life

Life they lose

Blames will be yours

Shower, shower and shower on them

O Beloved Happiness!

 

Friends Like Sun And Cloud

Sun very high and away in the sky.

Clouds high in the sky,

Sunlight radiating,

Spreading, through it

Clouds drifting, helter and skelter

Playing hide and seek,

With high and vast sun,

 

Clouds and Sun,

You both are away, and high

How much loving,

Caring and life rearing you are

Distance makes no difference

Sun knows no rest,

Showers energy day and night,

Since when, no one knows exactly

End no one knows

 

Life is good

If intention is good

Intention with good and loving motive

Brings good results.

 

O sun! So high and so away,

Your intention with good medium

Gives us life and life,

We on earth will die,

If you are not there,

 

 

Clouds high and away,

Both friends with good motive,

Become loving and more helpful.

Become close and closer.

 

Motive is good

Distance shortens,

Help enhances,

Life grows, and grows on Earth.

 

 

Sun makes clouds,

It showers

Rain nurtures life

Makes Earth green and lush green,

 

Friendship is so great

And so high

Enriches life,

Makes life beautiful,

Loving, lovable,

Insignificantly significant,

Good motive comes on own.

 

If you are good

Don’t force,

Don’t impose goodness even on yourself

It will come on its own.

If you are natural,

If you are good,

Enjoy life like sun, like clouds.

 

Without any significance just enjoy,

Significance will come on own

Purpose will be there on own

Just enjoy life like Sun and Clouds.

 

My Mother is great

As you are great

Mother talking about property & loss.

Disturbed and  perplexed she is.

Paternal property

Land property

An attachment

Like fourth son.

 

Always disturbed

Weeps and remains sad always

Takes interest in detailing her grief

How land was purchased

How expanded in four generations

A story of land

How bizarre it is

Property becomes a story

Loss of property becomes a story.

 

Story and story

In between the two, life is hanging.

Unsatisfied, frustrated, full of misery.

 

My mother is great

Great and great

Greatness is her way.

She is mother of three sons.

Sons are unequal.

Her love is equal.

Even At 68 available for all.

Weak and weak , ailing.

But Strong for sons, daughter-in-laws, grand sons.

 

Servants, Visitors

Who ever come and go.

Mother is Mother for all.

 

Sons busy.

Engaged is their life and profession

She has come for treatment of eyes.

Vision loosing.

Still in good spirits.

Still caring one and all

But property is her fourth son

So attached, so close to her

 

Even in bad days.

Bad days have come for our family

In economic prosperity only

She doesn’t like to think

To dispose even a little part of it

Persuasion and persuasion

After great persuasion

She agreed Slowly, slowly.

She is changing.

She is great

Even at this age.

She is changing 

 

Old she is, old in ways.

To be Traditional she likes.

Conservative and orthodox she is

Still changes and changes

God is great allowing her to change

Modify and let loose her ways.

Very simple she is

Now negotiable she has become slowly, slowly.

 

My father is no more 

He departed from us ten years before

So simple and lovely my father was.

Mother still remembers him and weeps, and weeps.

Orthodox in religion, idol worshiper.

Religious songs (Bhajan) she loves.

Worships every day empty stomach.

A problem for me

Bindu convinces, empty stomach causes pain abdomen

which she suffers.

Some times agrees

Some times does not.

Still she loves conversation.

Dialogue happens.

Some times not

Mediation is our way

In my family every on loves to be in Meditation

Talks about Meditation

Love Meditaters.

Slowly, slowly

Still she is attached

Attached  to many things

A source of misery for her. 

 

How mundane is she.

Still at this age.

Very much attached to property and sons.

Specially the youngest son.

 

The son is ailing.

Attached to property more and more.

He suffers.

She suffers

 

Sons don’t care for property.

A source of misery.

Life is short.

No one knows.

When one will be no more.

Still attached to many things.

 

O God Help!

May Meditation

With understanding

Bestow upon her.

Life becomes peaceful and unattached.

My mother is great

As you are great.

Chunnu

A good friend of mine

Chunnu you are great.

So lovely.

Full of energy.

Full of beautiful ways.

Very courageous.

Argumentative you are

Discussion you love.

Logical you are.

Happy you are.

Helping to friends.

Available to friends.

Even at the cost of parents.

Valuable is this.

Rare is this virtue.

 

Darling of all

Who comes and goes.

Visitors, guests love him

Munnu loves him much.

Mummy, Bindu loves him.

Even at her cost

Costs her ways, time, money, and what not

Hot discussion ensues in between 

 

For taking, food, more food, good food, regularly.

A beautiful manifestation of love affair.

I enjoy the affair.

His energy in great.

Potential is great.

I cut short my discussion, stops my discussion

When I see he in right.

Many times he is right

I accept his excellence.

 

Meditation he likes,

But as per his own schedule and time

He doesn’t march with us in thin aspect

A good thing it is

No follower I want

Let him be original

He writes well prose and poetry well.

Versatile he is 

 

Lovable, lovely he is

Very sensitive, very delicate he is. 

 

Difficult to tackle & live with his moods

As he is genius.

Genius is his ways.

Jivan and Rakesh both are his names.

 

A good friend of mine.

I like his presence as he is.

I love his presence in any way he is.

Chunnu is great as you are great.

O supreme !

O lord !

You are great !

As chunnu is great !

 

A Few Boys

Boys playing,

Boys enjoying,

Doing fun,

 

Passing remarks,

Living with comments,

Gossiping,

But playing,

Still enjoying life.

 

Company is lovely,

Living with friends,

Companionship is lively.

Running,

Chasing each other,

Jumping,

Still enjoying relationship.

 

Friend, Friendliness and

Only friendly they are.

Life is easy,

Laughing and laughing,

Only laughing.

Life is easy.

 

No talking,

Still friends,

Distancing one self from other,

Enjoying this situation,

Very lively they are.

 

Some times fighting,

Still friends they are.

Full of life,

Throwing with active energy.

Dynamic they are.

 

Confusion and clarity,

Both rein the relationship,

Still friends, they are.

 

Calm and quite,

No words,

No emotions,

Still friends, they are.

Shouting and crying,

Fighting and escaping,

Not sharing,

Still friends, they are.

How much lively,

How much throbbing,

How much dynamic they are,

 

Working, not working,

Relaxing or sleeping,

How much lovely,

Radiant they are.

 

Parents’ disbelief, 

Don’t trust,

Living their own way,

Still fine they are.

Their ways, typical,

Peculiar,

Abnormal,

Sometimes not understandable,

Still efficient,

Harmonious they are.

 

Action, reaction, response, typical,

Still coherent,

Rhythmic they are.

Playful, Laughing,

Loving they are.

 

Attitude of life,

Playful, easy going,

Laughing, freedom loving they are.

Playful-playful they are.

 

Still sincere and coherent they are.

Our occasion,

Marriage occasion,

No adults,

Only boys,

Managing all affairs.

 

Arrangement, how much ticklish,

Complicated, yet sophisticated.

Manned and managed by ‘A Few Boys’.

Amazing,

Is not it unheard of,

Unbelieving.

 

I have seen everything going fine,

Reception fine,

Cold drinks,

Ice creams – favorites,

Instead of grabbing they were serving,

 

Yet sincere, that restrained, they remain,

Standing for hours,

Serving food,

Yet not going wild,

Grave, brave they remained,

Still lovely,

Lively,

Playful they remained.

 

Own parents not believing

Not allowing,

Ceremony passing ceremoniously,

They are the main functionaries,

Each event passed lovingly and peacefully.

 

I am the witness.

Amazing to me.

A new situation in life.

My son is also a participant.

Doing hard and peculiar works.

 

At home not seen any time,

What to talk of doing,

Not even paying attention to it.

 

Neeraj notorious at home,

Calm and sincere in the ceremony,

A food lover, made him self, grave and elderly,

His father can never believe this.

 

The father of the girl suffered a ‘heart attack’,

The height of the tension,

Seriousness of the situation,

Tragedy widening,

The moment is passing in the pulse each boy,

The boys are vibrant,

Full of sympathy and love, they are.

 

Beyond description, only felt.

I was amongst them.

Gradually the father recovered,

Ceremony passed,

Every body participating were full of praise,

The boys will ever be remembered,

 

Playfulness,

Their delicacy,

Beauty,

Patience,

Dedication and

Sincerity, par excellence,

Can’t be believed.

But I am witness to it.

 

Parents never believing,

Boys not paying attention to them,

Sons disgusted with them,

Not respectable to them.

‘A Few Boys’ are eye opener,

Uncles become dearer,

 

Boys have to pay respect to them,

Respect happens;

Out of love,

Mutual understanding,

Less expectation, 

Sharing,

And freedom.

 

Family, only parents not sufficient,

Not congenial,

Not conducive,

For growth of the children,

‘A Commune’, a group living,

A place for growth of the children is needed.

 

Love, Freedom comes from inside,

Needs no education.

Sincerity follows freedom.

 

Training for work comes from outside,

Responsibility comes on its own,

A natural phenomenon it is.

 

Uncles and unties rein supreme in the commune,

They train the boys,

Rather training comes automatically through situations,

But out of love, mutual understanding,

Sharing and mutual freedom,

Playfulness, fun and frolic.

 

Why parents are boring,

Bossy!

Posing?

 

Boys drifting away from own parents,

Do they know it?

Are they sensitive to it?

 

Parents themselves are in problems,

Problems of own,

Boys too create problems.

Helpless they are in the hands of the children.

Still ‘A Few Boys’ are eye opener for them.

 

After all boys are boys.

Age is compelling,

Emotions over whelming,

Fun – loving,

Always playing.

Working and playing,

Rather, work, playing. 

 

Attitude is easy going,

Play – loving,

‘Work is a play’ for living.

 

Very light they are,

Sensitive and fragile they are.   

 

After all boys are boys.

Playful, sweet and sour they are.

Parents are parents,

Becoming heavier and heavier,

Sincere and serious.

Still ‘A Few Boys’ are eye opener.

 

Has family become out of date?

Are parents loosing respectability? 

Have boys become problematic?

Is a commune or a joint family needed?

‘A Few Boys’ are eye opener.

 

A king without a crown

Earth fuller living, non-living things.

Living, plants, animals, Human beings 

Plants, small, big creepers,

 

Standing, talking with sky.

Running on the surface life reptiles.

Some times hanging from the sky.

Some times waving and some times dancing with the air.

 

Plants unable to do any thing on there own.

Dependent on Nature on Human beings.

Animals, small a big  

flies, hovering on the Earth,

Birds flying high or low in the sky

 

Tossing up and down in the air.

Cows, horse, elephants and others.

Roaming or walking other Earth,

Usefully or uselessly.

Lions. tigers, wolves, jackals, dogs and cats,

Running and playing hide and seek for thing food.

Still dependent on Nature and Human beings.

Unable to express them selves,

Unable to live a life of their choice.

Unable to free them selves from their own bondage.

 

A dog takes birth as a dog and dies as a dog.

Not going higher or lower.

Simply a living stone.

With little energy and little life.

But No consciousness.

 

 

Human being is the only race on the Earth.

Highly evolved, conscious, flowing, free,

 

Changing to higher and higher,

Falling to lower and lower

Not dependent on any thing or any body.

Independent, Quite independent.

Enjoying their own nature or own ness. 

 

Beautiful and Beautiful

Every thing on this Earth is Beautiful.

 

Human being the most beautiful.

Simply the most beautiful.

 

But human being is human being.

Has their limitation.

Has increased limitations.  

Living a shrunken life, a narrow life,

Instead of going higher, higher,

Blooming more and more,

Flowering more and more,

Has gone lower and lower.

Becoming smaller, and smaller.

Knowing not why ?

Has made their fortune miserable,

A life with little or no happiness.

A life with little or no freedom.

Rather has made their life encaged, imprisoned.

In a cage, or in a prison,

Though beautiful,

But made by your self.

 

O Human!

Earth, a part of the vast Universe,

Very beautiful indeed.

Filled with laughing flowers,

Flying wild and ecstatic birds and flies.

 

O Human!

You are important part of it.

As you are Higher,

Highly evolved, and

Blessed with consciousness

No one else except you is with consciousness

Every one is without consciousness.

How tremendous gift you have got.

 

 

Good to Existence.

Existence very kind to you.

Still instead of going high or higher

You are going lower and lower.

Encaged and imprisoned,

Though in golden one.

But made by yourself.

 

O Human ! 

Cage of your own thoughts,

Own wishes, clouds of endless desires.  

Moving in a viscous circle

Of cause and effect, in a pattern of no new things,

Of fixed, old ideas, dreams, and thoughts.

 

Never fulfilled.

Has never been fulfilled.

Will never be fulfilled.

Till date no one has been seen fulfilled this way.

Still living in this vicious circle.

Rigidly fixed with it.

See it deeply, and deeply.

Reality will come to your vision.

Break this circle,

Break the cage,

Break prison of your own.

Liberate your self.

Only then and only them.

You will go higher and higher

Other wise lower is your fate.

Lower, you are living in.

 

Universe is vast.

Earth is big.

O Human ! your are important pant of it.

Every thing in beautiful.

But you are the most beautiful.

Limitless, Highly Evolved with consciousness.

A tremendous gift of the Existence.

 

O Human !

Just Break and throw the limitations.

Live like a king.

King without a crown.

King without a kingdom.

King without a Queen,

But live like a king.

 

Fly without wings.

Satisfied and happy

Without any External thing.

Blessed without any possession.

 

O Human ! live like a king.

fly without wings.

Sing, sing and sing.