Méditation d’Osho en Ariège, dans le Sud-Ouest de la FranceRead More
Who needs a philosophy of life when there is life itself?
Osho talks about how this moment is all we have.
“Gautam Buddha said as his last statement: ‘Be a light unto yourself’. The day I leave the body please remind me, so that I can make my last statement: ‘Be a joke unto yourself’. That is far more joyful than being a light unto yourself. What are you going to do with a light? Light your cigars, or burn people’s houses?
But being a joke unto yourself, you will be a bliss for everyone…”
“Meditation is not to escape from society, but to come back to ourselves and see what is going on. Once there is seeing, there must be acting. With mindfulness, we know what to do and what not to do to help.” Thich Nhat Hanh I am back home after a 7-day mindfulness silent retreat at Gaia House, my first long retreat after my daughter was born. It was special in the way that I did not have any expectations about what it would feel like after the retreat, how serene or spontaneous or relaxed I would be. I had booked it to be in silence, have Vipassana sittings and walks, and let myself follow the Gaia House bells – to tell me when to go to bed, when to eat, when to go to the meditation hall. I longed to let go of my deciding mode and relax into a simple life, albeit only for seven days. So, these were seven days of eating simple food, drinking herb teas, washing my cup afterwards, going to bed early, waking up early, working an hour a day weeding the vegetable garden, crunching wind fallen apples and pears every day, not using Internet at all, not writing and not reading. These were seven days of sitting and walking meditation, listening to Buddha’s wise words in the evenings and falling soundly asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. There were difficult moments, of course – a meditation retreat is really a boot camp for the mind. But going through these difficulties felt right and worthwhile, as if I was opening a wound to let it heal quicker. So, the first few days I was trying to watch my mind bring up all the negativity it was capable of, wondering whether sitting was really for me and why I was doing this. I was trying to find something positive in my life and could not find it, that’s how bad it was! In these moments my anchor was my breath again and again and again, a thousand times. Slowly-slowly, by the third day, the clouds started to lift and I felt a silence inside me – so familiar, always here, but my mind being cluttered with so much noise, I could not hear it … And then, on the forth day, I was told that my mum had been rushed to the hospital. I left the retreat and drove to the hospital to be close to my mum, to hold her hand, to reassure her that all will be OK. Once there, I felt utterly helpless. I could feel my mother’s thoughts spiralling out of control and her blood pressure rising,...Read More
Do those cells needed for a lively and growing intelligence have only a limited lifespan, so that there is a point beyond which one either becomes senile or stagnates? Or, given the necessary stimulus, is it possible to continue to grow right up to the moment of one’s death?Read More