Light in the Seed – Osho

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Osho, how can I become a light unto myself?

Shraddho Yannis,

These were the last words of Gautam the Buddha, his parting message to his disciples:

“Be a light unto yourself.” But when he says, “Be a light unto yourself,” he does not mean become a light unto yourself. There is a great difference between being and becoming.

Becoming is a process, being is a discovery. The seed only appears to become the tree, that is an appearance. The seed already had the tree within itself; it was its very being. The seed does not become the flowers. The flowers were there un-manifest, now they are manifest. It is not a question of becoming; otherwise a pebble could become a flower. But that doesn’t happen. A rock cannot become a rose; that doesn’t happen because the rock has no potential for being a rose. The seed simply discovers itself through…

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The Invisible Man

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When I was a kid I used to love the movie The Invisible Man. I must have seen it 5 or 6 times, probably even more. I mean the one filmed in black and white, most probably the one from 1933 with Claude Rains.

Not too long ago I stumbled upon the most amazing discovery. I don’t think I have ever heard or read anyone speaking about this fact. In meditation, I discovered that my body cannot see me, neither my foot nor my hand, not my torso or even my head. I can see them. I can perceive my body with my eyes closed but it cannot see me.

I can also see my mind working. I can see thoughts. When I say see, I mean perceive. I can see thoughts but as far as I can tell they can’t see me. If they can they must be using…

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The Divine Masculine

Today I wanted to honor the Divine Masculine so much is said about the Divine Feminine but my words took a different direction over morning coffee.

He whose touch is as soft as thistle down that has been separated from its thorns. He whose voice is like the breath of wind that travels through the trees. He who knows the number of petals on every flower of the field. He who knows  mathematics like the counting of stars in the night skies. He whose truth is like a lightening bolt breaking an old tree. He whose thrust is like a wave ponding the shore. He whose strength rise like the high mountains. He whose brilliance is like the sunshine that parts the clouds.


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red feather flowers

Silver Poetry

you broke something
I crawl
in the ceiling
over here under there
in the dark night
under the new moon
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
I slide across
the silver line
along the dark wood walls
a small box
full of unfair
two red birds flying
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
I wander this house
dropping feathers like flowers
i smell honeysuckle
better than fear
I want you
Trying to make you hear
Through my dreaming
every day every day
every where
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
I’m crazy for you
I look for your eyes

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Vision on Mt. Shasta

Love the questions, and the journey to answer those questions.


I feel that my living close to nature gave me an interest in Native American teachings,  but, after 12 years of focusing on these teachings, I had to look at the other parts of myself and make peace with my European Christian ancestors. This came to me through another vision, this one on the top of Mt. Shasta in 1990. I was 38 years old. This vision changed the course of my life, and a new direction came to me.

Battles were being waged over the fate of Mt. Shasta, between developers and environmentalists. The Native American people saw the mountain as their sacred shrine. Environmentalists viewed the mountain as a pristine place in nature worthy of preservation. The New Agers saw it as site for pilgrimage toward spiritual understanding. The developers saw it as virgin timber, money to be made, condominiums, a ski resort. Everyone had his viewpoint. I…

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“Shakti Garden” Magic

Garden sweat is the best.

Started making more of a creative flow garden in my little patio today.  Getting the creative juices flowing.  Intuitive gardening is what I am calling it.  I did this in my Auburn house in California a few years ago. The weedy knoll in the backyard corner, for a few years…I just stared at it.  Looked as if someone had done something there at one time, but not lately.  One day as I looked at this corner, it suddenly struck me… this was very much like my life, physical and spiritual! Neglected.  Something stirred in me, moved me slowly.

As I began the physical  work in the garden knoll, I felt an unfolding, the  essence of this potential garden,  and  a deeper discovery of myself both physical and spirit.  As I opened the spaces between rocks found under the dry weeds, green plants began to show themselves as they were enticed by the sun, the rain, the wind and my own hand.  I began to feel what I call the “Shakti Wind” guiding me.  The garden began to emerge into a beauty after a month of sweat, prayers, mantra, and water offerings. Two larger rocks emerged in the back of the Shakti garden, a deep red stone pointed  and a white stone with a hollow as if a puzzle piece of stone fitting together.  I had begun to bless the garden and rocks with rose petals from my front yard rose garden, that I had now included in my daily routine of watering,  pruning and gathering petals.

One long weekend, returning from camping, I opened the backdoor to step out in the garden and  a dragonfly flew to my eye level.  Flapping its wings hurriedly, it stared at me, for a surprisingly long time.  It seemed to be asking me where I had been. In the end he may have forgiven me, as he, humming birds, and other winged creatures continued visiting this living, thriving garden.

Eventually I added a little Zen bench, a wind bell, and some tiny pots where I lay my crystals on full moon nights. I felt very blessed here and spend time daily.  Subtle movements, shadow and light play,  sun through the green ivy plant leaves,  wind moving the tall and short plants in a kind of tantric dance with their shadows on the fence bending simultaneously.

We sold that home with the Shakti Garden, moving to a tinier home.  I sometimes wonder and hope  the new home owners feel the magic of the corner garden that became so alive, and helped me to unravel my own mysteries. Sending them blessings.

Now working on the tiny spot in the patio of our recent place, a little sweat as I begin the unfolding.  Excited as the process begins, the words come to me, ” Om Namah Shivaya”.   I sing the words…   This mantra  always come to me when I am overflowing with joy, peace and love.  The magic already beginning!