As the birds sing each morning at sunrise
The heart fills with song at the dawn of meditation.
As flowers bloom in spring,
The soul is drenched in fragrance
As meditation is born.
As everything glistens green beneath the rain
The consciousness shines with many colours
As meditation showers —
all this and much more takes place,
And this is only the beginning —
Ultimately everything goes;
Fragrance, colour, light, music —
Everything disappears,
And an inner space, like the sky, appears
Empty, formless, without quality.
Wait for that.
Long for that.
so do not waste even a moment.
OSHO
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