2011/10/02
An Osho Zen Gem
maladies of the heart, mind or body.
The basic human condition, a continuous state of varying intensities of fear,
a state of alert, defense and it's obvious partner - attack.
Like a tiny drop waiting we tremble at the thought of the egos death. The false I, formed by an attempt to to be special gives rise to the illusion of separation from the source.
We instinctively crave re-connection to the oneness of our being, which we seek failingly in institutions such as marriage, society and such.
We desire this return to peace, yet we cower at the prospect of losing our "identity", our uniqueness, even when it's is originality of our anguish.
Like the drop at the edge of the leaf we quiver in trepidation of the unknown enormity of infinite undivided love and unity that waits in the depths below.
A time comes when the weight of our heavily burdened guilt becomes too great and we can but only take the plunge.
As our form dissolves into the unending community of the whole, we lose all sense of I and know only an eternally expanding awareness of joy.
Fear not, let go, for divinity is pining for our at-
tONEment.
Thanks OSHO for sharing the wisdom of the age s. Tags:
