Tale 54 : One Hundred Tales For Ten Thousand Buddhas

Tale 54 : One Hundred Tales For Ten Thousand Buddhas

 

Tale 54 : One Hundred Tales For Ten Thousand Buddhas

 

After the meditation camp at Nargol, Laxmi has started wearing orange color Lunghi and Kurta. Osho has appointed her as secretary and she comes to C.C.I. Chambers at 7:00am. Anyone wanting to see Osho has to take appointment from her. This is beyond my imagination. My mind is not ready to accept this new arrangement.

Everyday I am buying some roses from a blind boy who is selling them in a local train. Before starting dynamic, I am visiting Him in His bedroom to offer the flowers. I ask Osho about this appointment business started by Laxmi.

He laughs and says, “Don’t make it a problem. Just come before Laxmi arrives.” I appreciate this great idea of my master and start coming fifteen minutes before Laxmi-and walk straight to His room. I feel it is not only me who wants to see Him, He is also waiting to see me.

Tonight, I heat Him saying in discourse, “The master is like a heavy cloud full of water, showering on those who are thirsty and ready to receive Him in their hearts. The disciple may feel grateful or not, but the master feels grateful towards those who have opened their heart towards Him.”

He further adds, “This has never been said by masters before, but it is so. I am saying it from my own experience.”

My head bows down in gratitude and I can’t find any words to thank Him. I know He understands those hearts, which are beating in rhythm with His heart.