Girija on osho ha ha ha...from the Dog-world

"Osho has a unique identity of his own. Our worldly life can become more fruitful through meditation and people can evolve towards a better society with the help of Osho's wisdom." this is not my words but a oldman who is probably tallest leader of Nepal Girija Prasad Koirala's words who thinks PMs chair is nothing except a old clothes!

The Notes Of Madman

ESSION 1
Om Mani Padme Hum The Tibetans have got a mantra... Om Mani Padme Hum. The Lotus and the Jewel both together. It must have originated at a moment like this. Om Mani Padme Hum Om is simply an exclamation, it simply means "Ahhh!" or "Oohhh!" It is not a word, it is meaningless, but tremendously meaningful too. Meaningful in the sense of its beauty, its joy, its depth... Om.... I am reminded of Basho, old Basho. Whenever I remember the Japanese haiku poet tears start coming. Basho is one of the greatest men, or saints, whichever you prefer. To me they are the same: the ancient-born. And that sound -- oohhhh, that sound -- is Om. That sound... the frog jumps into the pond: The ancient pond The frog jumps in Plop! Om Mani Padme Hum... The Jewel in the Lotus.... I am soaking in the pond. It is so beautiful. Om Mani Padme Hum Before birth I was okay. After death too I will be okay. In life the same okay continues. And the okay is perfect. Dogen sings in a haiku -- Dogen is a saint.... Coming Going away The waterfowl leaves no trace behind Nor it needs a guide Om Mani Padme Hum. So beautiful.
.. so tremendous... I am in the land of the buddhas. Again I can utter nonsense, because only nonsense can become poetry. The other day, Devageet, I saw that you were a little hurt again because I called you a fool. Please try to understand the language of a madman. If you want to understand the meaning of the word fool read The Prince by Dostoevsky, or even better, Mikhail Naimy's book, The Book of Mirdad. It is incomparable. Each word is pure understanding, so sweet. Particularly because, as you know, I suffer from diabetes. The Book of Mirdad is good for all sufferers from diabetes because it is so sweet even though there is no sugar in it. The Book of Mirdad talks about the fool -- fool simply means the simple, the childlike, the innocent. This is why the other day I called you a fool, with great love. I can call anybody a fool only when I love them; otherwise I am very respectful to the real fools. Then I say "sir".... I called you a fool because I love you. Whenever I call you a fool, rejoice, utterly rejoice, rejoice totally. Only then you will be able to understand. Om... ahhh! This is the very beginning of the world. Nobody has created it as the Christians think. They think that God created it. God has done nothing. God is the very existence, not a creator. God is the very creativity that pervades everything. God is, even today, this very moment, creating.
Wherever there are devils in creation, there is God. I am seeing what must have been the very beginning. Nothing can be more beautiful, more pure, more musical... just pure music, just pure poetry.... Just the pureness of all that is good, all that is beautiful.... Om Mani Padme Hum This mantra has been chanted for thousands of years in Tibet, but it can only be chanted in Tibet because they alone know the great height, the purity of the Himalayas; the purity which nobody else can know. Tibet is the only country in the world to come closest to religion. It is unfortunate, most unfortunate that Tibet is now in the hands of the communists; they are destroying it. This is the very essence, the ultimate good. The Book of Mirdad must have been conceived in such moments. There are very few books which have been conceived in such moments: Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching.... Don't be worried about time. Can you ever be freed from all worries, just like me... free from all concerns? Yes, I know you can -- one day you will be. But for the moment, I am a madman and you are a fool; what a strange combination...! Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum Now I am only concerned with beauty, that is why I am mad. Just in this beatitude, if you can imagine.


.. it is so beautiful. I know the origin, I recognize it immediately.... The tears in my eyes are good, so good. The roses are blooming, the birds are singing again, and these fools don't know.... When there are words, nobody expects words and flowers to be together. You must think that I am talking nonsense. It is impossible for me to go out of my mind -- I cannot. I go out but I have no mind. I am a madman not a fool. I am such a height that to even say anything is difficult.... Om Mani Padme Hum.... SESSION 2 Om Mani Padme Hum The Jewel in the Lotus I know you find it difficult to follow the word chawal. It should be properly pronounced, but I'm not a proper man. It should be pronounced jew-el, but I pronounce it cha-wal. I pronounce it phonetically. English is illogical; it is written in one way and spoken in another. My difficulty is that I have lived and been brought up using languages which are phonetic, which are written and spoken exactly the same. English is a little bit crazy. If Jesus could have read his words in the modern English version he would have beaten his head, he would have wept. He had said on the cross, "Father, forgive these people" -- the people who were crucifying him -- "because they know not what they are doing."


But I know perfectly well that seeing the English version he would not have said this. Impossible. Jesus spoke Aramaic, which is still spoken by a few people in the East. Gurdjieff had come in contact with those few people, and whatsoever Gurdjieff had said about Jesus is not from the modern English version of the New Testament, it is from those few people. He had heard the stories from those people. Those stories have been passed by word of mouth. Aramaic is a primitive language; hence it has the poignancy, the beauty, which only a forest can have and never a Victorian English garden. It is impossible for a Victorian English garden. It is a pity to see trees pruned and cut according to measurement. Jesus never knew what was going to happen to him, that he would be translated. No master can be translated. From Aramaic he was translated into Hebrew. Much was lost because he was fighting against those Jews, and when they translated him into Hebrew, in that very translation Jesus was lost. Then he was translated into Greek. Perversion from perversion! Aramaic to Hebrew, Hebrew into Greek. Then he was translated into Roman. The very perversity - because the Jews and the Romans were the people who had killed him. And from Latin, that is Roman, he was translated into English. Still, the old English translation is far more beautiful, far more significant.

The more modern it becomes, the less it contains, the more ugly it becomes. Fortunately I was born to primitive people, in a village, uneducated. For nine years I remained uneducated. What a blessing! No modern child can afford it. It is against the law. You have to go to school. For nine years I was absolutely free from all education. It is because of that I could penetrate the ultimate, that I could come into contact with the unknown. Those nine years were beautiful, immensely beautiful. No education, no discipline, no morality. From my earliest years I was brought up, again fortunately, by my grandfather, my mother's father, not by my father. A father is bound to be a disciplinarian, because he is bound to be concerned about the future. My grandfather, maternal grandfather remember... because my father's father was a totally different man. My mother's father had no other child. My mother was the only child, and once my mother was married he showered all his love on me. I lived like a king. He used to call me Raja. Nobody has called me that since. Raja means the king. Although my grandfather was not very rich, he was the richest man in his village. On each of my birthdays he would bring an elephant. I would sit on the elephant and throw coins all around. That was his great joy. In his days there were golden coins, not paper notes. That's what I have been doing my whole life: throwing golden coins all along.


I am still throwing, sitting on an elephant.... So when I say something and you do not understand, please forgive me. I come from a totally different context. I am really a foreigner. In my own country I am a foreigner. My whole vision is in a way primitive, and in a way original. Original means primitive, of the origins. This morning I said, "the chawal in the lotus." I know the right pronunciation, but what to do with a wrong man? -- I will still pronounce it in my way. Coming in I asked Vivek, "What is the right pronunciation, 'jewel'?" I can easily understand jewelry, jeweler, jewel, but forgive me... I will say "the chawal and the lotus." I am a little bit stubborn, my type of people have always been so. If they are not stubborn they cannot work. To work with stupid people you have to be stubborn, really hard, steel hard. And this beautiful mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum, has been translated by the English fools. It seems unimaginable, but it has been translated. Even you will be shocked... they think it is something sexual! They think the mani represents the male sexual organ -- look at the perversity of the so-called great psychologists - - and the lotus represents the female sexual organ! Now, you cannot make the meaning that they make of it.... Om Mani Padme Hum means to them male human organ into female human organ. Great! Great discovery! And these fools are thought to be scientists, biologists, psychologists, and all kinds of things, but they are just imbeciles, idiots.

I should not use the same word, fool, for them. They are not ordinary fools, they are idiots. An idiot is a fool who cannot be cured. A fool is an idiot who is already on the path to recovery. But I cannot call these people fools; they are idiots. This morning, talking about Dostoevsky's book I called it The Prince. Forgive me, it is not titled The Prince; that is my own title for it, on my own book. I have titled it The Prince but the printed title is The Idiot. I avoided mentioning the word idiot this morning because I wanted to make the distinction. The idiot is incurable. The fool is available, ready, ready to change. The idiot is hard, very hard. For anything to penetrate into the head of an idiot is impossible. An idiot's head is covered with steel, nothing can penetrate him. That is why I called the book The Prince. I also remembered Mikhail Naimy's book The Book of Mirdad. That book is just unbelievable. I feel jealous of only one man, Mikhail Naimy. Jealous not in the ordinary sense, because I cannot feel jealous in that sense; jealous in the sense that he has written it already, otherwise I would write it. I would have written it... it is of the same heights I am flying to. From these heights I can see the whole existence as a play, as celebration, without any reason or rhyme, without any meaning. Yes, that's what I would like you to know too.


People celebrate Christmas; they should celebrate all the year round. To celebrate only once in a while simply shows that your life is not a life of celebration, it is not a joy. Everyone can go mad except me because I am already mad. I have been mad for almost one fourth of a century, and if you all help me I may make the century. I can make it... not on my own; on my own I am just Humpty Dumpty, but if you all help me I can make the century very easily. My father lived seventy-five years; my father's father, eighty; my father's father's father, ninety. Why can't I beat them in this race? If you all put your energies together you can help a buddha make millions of buddhas in the world. I am mad; otherwise just to think of one buddha is enough, and I always think of millions of buddhas. Less than that is not enough. I always think big. We have to create millions of buddhas, only then a new man can be born. Only then can we make Christians disappear and Christs appear. The beginning of the buddhas will be the death of the Buddhists. I am a beginning and also an end. I am an end... end in the sense that after me there can be no Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Mohammedanism. After me there is no possibility of any ideology. With me ends the old and begins the new -the New Man. Man with no ideology, no religion, no philosophy, no concept to live, but only a joy to live, a celebration.

This is the place spoken of in Jonathan Livingston Seagull, spoken of by Khalil Gibran in The Prophet. It is so tremendously beautiful I would like to dance... so beautiful. I would like to be a Baul again. Yes, in one of my lives, not in this life of course, I was a Baul, a mad singer playing an ektara. You have never been here, but I know you can go a little further. How do I know? I am a con-man. You cannot con me. I have conned so many con-men. Even when I can no longer hear a man, I can hear a woman. This is strange but it is so... because as you go higher the male is left behind, but the female is heard; in fact can be heard only then. Before that who hears a woman? Who hears a wife? That is one of the reasons why I have chosen the women to lead my whole organization, and not the man. I am a man and it would have been logical to choose other men, as it has always been done. Lao Tzu chose Chuang Tzu to be his successor. Chuang Tzu was beautiful, I have nothing against him.... Again, Jesus chose the twelve disciples, and among those twelve there was not a single woman. And yet on the cross when he was dying only three women were there. There was Magdalena... yes, I call her Magdalena, not Magdalene, because Magdalene looks less feminine than Magdalena. I have named some houses in the ashram after Magdalena. Sheela was asking me, "Isn't the real name Magdalene, not Magdalena?" I said, "Don't be worried about the real.

What I say, follow it." Magdalena was there. Mary, Jesus' mother was there, and Magdalena's sister was there. All the so-called apostles were absent. But still Jesus chose Peter to be his successor. Lao Tzu was at least right in choosing Chuang Tzu even though Chuang Tzu was a man. But Jesus was not right in choosing Peter.... As you can see, my eyes, my ears and my hands are all so full of Jesus. Your laughter is so good, so beautiful. Flowers are made of it. Stars are born out of it. Love is only a fragrance of this flower. Can there be so much goodness...? I am such a con-man. Even my ears are trained, they hear only what they want to hear. My eyes are trained, they see only what they want to see -- for the simple reason that I want to live the way I want. I have always lived according to my own way, right or wrong, I don't care. If there is a God, and I have to face him, he will have to answer to me, not me answer to him. I have lived my own way. I am not answerable to anybody. When you live according to somebody else you are always confused, and answerable to them; always trying to fulfill their expectations. I don't expect anything from anybody, nor do I want anybody to expect from me. Freedom is my slogan. It is freedom that brings truth. J. Krishnamurti's first book is called The First and Last Freedom.

In fact after that he has not said anything new. That book contains his testament; since then he has been dead. It happens to many people. Khalil Gibran died at the age of eighteen when he wrote The Prophet. In fact he lived many, many years afterwards and wrote many books, but The Prophet remains unsurpassed. Krishnamurti's title is good: The First and Last Freedom. What is the first and last freedom? To be oneself, totally, utterly, without any consideration for any consequences. Gurdjieff used to say, "Do not consider others...." It is absolutely right. The moment you consider others you are no more yourself. But to live in freedom is difficult too because you have to live with people who are full of expectations, and they are very touchy! If their expectations are not fulfilled they are miserable, and the miserable create misery for you, they cannot do otherwise. You can only give that which you have, and they have only misery. So I say do not consider, let the world go on its way, you move on your own. When you are yourself, there is truth, there is beauty, there is grace, there is ecstasy. Om Mani Padme Hum This mantra is tremendously powerful. Thousands of years and millions of people chanting it have made it so sharp, so penetrating, that just to repeat it again and again can create all the chemistry: Om Mani Padme Hum SESSION 3 Om Mani Padme Hum IT IS AN AMAZING THING that all religions of the world agree on the sound of the soundless sound, OM.

That's the only agreement between all religions, and there are three hundred religions. Why? Why do they all agree only on this point? They agree because when you come to such a height you hear it... it resounds all over... vibrates... OM.... Om Mani Padme Hum Om is the most significant sound ever uttered by man. Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum.... I love this mantra. I love no other mantra like it because there is none parallel to it. There cannot be. No other people have touched these heights continuously for hundreds of years. Don't look at my legs, and my toe.... The foolish toe, what does it know; it is not the Tao it is only a toe. I know the worry is because of your love for me. But don't take indications from toes. Listen to the whole. I cannot be harmed. I am beyond harm. Nothing can be taken away from me. I cannot lose anything. What a grandeur! To be in a state of not losing anything because you don't have anything. I live like a king; in fact no king has ever lived like me. I can truly say what I mean and mean what I say. I am beyond the clouds, in open sky, unlimited, unbounded. I am not saying anything of the ego. It is just a joy. I rejoice in my people, that's what I mean when I say I am proud.


I am not comparing with anything, because there are not other people on the earth to whom my people can be compared. It is a rare moment in the history of humanity that only my people are the religious people. The bureaucracy, the government, the politics, the stupidity... they are synonymous in my language. They may not be synonyms in the dictionary, but I don't have a dictionary any more. For the past few months now I have not read any book. I have stopped reading for the simple reason that what is beautiful has already been understood. Now it is pointless to read. I don't even read the Vedas, the Bible, the Koran. There is nothing that can be added to my experience, so I have stopped. Why waste your vision, your eyesight? It is not worth it. When my doctors started saying that if I still wanted to study I would have to use spectacles, I said, "To hell with all books, because I hate spectacles." I hate all kinds of specs because they obstruct, they come in between. I want things face to face, directly, immediate. So I have stopped reading books. And the library is so rich, and so big, containing all that is great. But it no longer matters to me, I have gone beyond the words. I am not silent because I don't want to say anything to you, but because what I see is really spellbinding. It is really... this is the moment when one says, "Aahhh!" and this is the meaning of Om.

But you have to experience it; you have to live it. There is no other way to know it. To be is to know. To be is the only way -- Tao, the way. Tao does not mean anything else, it simply means the way to be poetic again, to be a singer again, a Baul, a dancer, a mad dancer -- because if when you dance you take care of your steps, then it is not a real dance. When all is forgotten, the steps and all, when only the dance remains, the whirling -- the whirling Jalaluddin Rumi knew -- just the whirling.... Twelve hundred years ago Rumi created the whirling dervishes, the dancing Sufis. He himself danced for thirty-six hours! I am a simple man. This is so beautiful.... Basho where are you? Come write again... paint... Basho, again say: The ancient pond A frog jumps and the silence... Om Om Mani Padme Hum. This is beauty... Beauty, and beauty is God. I am facing God. I am touching him. So immensely vast. Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum At this moment I can create Tolstoy... Dostoevsky... Leonardo... Turgenev... Lao Tzu... Chuang Tzu... Buddha... Mahakashyap... Bodhidharma... Kabir... Jesus .... The silence is so beautiful. There are beauties and beauties on every plane, on every level.


Even in the mud a lotus can flower. Om Mani Padme Hum. SESSION 4 Om Mani Padme Hum I can repeat this mantra forever. Its beauty is such and you are so deaf that it has to be repeated again and again. Truth by its very necessity has to be repeated, because those who are hearing are not hearing. They have lost that sensitivity, that receptivity. So I will go on repeating this mantra. The day I see that it has penetrated to your unconscious, beyond you, within you, where right now you cannot reach... but I can.... The moment I see it has reached, the seed has found its soil, I will say it no more. That will be the end of the series. Om Mani Padme Hum... Om Mani Padme Hum. Just the vibe of it is thrilling, tremendously thrilling, just overwhelming; one is drowned in it. This mantra was not composed by a poet. Poets can say beautiful things but those beautiful things are sweet nothings. This mantra was conceived, not composed, conceived just as a woman conceives a child, conceived by the mystics. The mystic is always feminine, that's why I call the male part of you the fool. But don't be offended; I love your heart, your feminine part. Only the feminine can be loved. The male, the masculine, is unlovable; it can be used, it is a good mechanic, technician, scientist, mathematician, but never a mystic.



The moment you become a mystic, from he you become she. Now, it will look the very climax of absurdity to call Jesus she, Buddha she, Lao Tzu she. Nobody has called them that, but I have. I am determined to open all doors to all that has remained hidden. I am ready to take every risk. Jesus is a she, it cannot be otherwise. Only the heart knows. The mind can be knowledgeable but never knows. This mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum, was conceived like a child, in the hearts of the mystics on the peaks of the Himalayas. The Himalayas are covered with snow from eternity; it has never melted. It has remained the same. This mantra comes from Tibet, the hiddenmost part of the Himalayas. And on these heights I hear it: it is a sound like the sound of bees buzzing. And the humming is so beautiful. One cannot be grateful enough to the mystics who tried to make this humming sound into a mantra. Om Mani Padme Hum... aahhh, the Jewel in the Lotus. I can hear the giggle of the fool, because I am still saying chawal. I will always say it. I stick to my ground right or wrong. I care for sincerity, authenticity. I am authentically myself. I feel if it is spelled j-e-w-e-l it should be pronounced chawal not jew- el. That is the wrong pronunciation -- according to me of course. Sooner or later you will have to make something like Osho-English. If there can be Indian- English, American-English, then why not Osho-English, with all its absurdities? I am laying the foundations for it.



Om Mani Padme Hum When one lays foundations one should lay them religiously. Om Mani Padme Hum To be good with me is difficult. I called you the fool, and still you are nice to me. The fool... respectfool... and I will go on calling you the fool because I want to kill the fool, to crush the fool completely! I want you to be without it. I am reminded, by the way, of thousands of Indian people around the world named Fooljan. Fool in the Indian language means flower. Now, when these people learn English and start writing their names they don't spell it as it should be, f-o-o-l; no, they have found a way, they spell their name p-h-o-o-l, Phooljan. But everybody is doing that, somehow hiding one's fool. But the more you hide it, the more you protect it, the more it is there. Leave it open to the winds and to the stars and to the sun and to the moon, and it will disappear. I want to kill it. If I ever wanted to kill anything it is the fool. But to kill a fool, I mean his foolishness.... I was afraid you might think, "A saint, and trying to kill something?" In India saints don't even kill mosquitoes, they don't kill bedbugs. Bedbugs are okay, mosquitoes are okay, but the fool has to be killed. I am not violent, but with the fool I am. I am utterly violent with the fool. I want to cut off its head! That's why sometimes I am so bitterly and naturally misunderstood by the fools.


I don't think any man has been misunderstood so much. I am blessed as far as that is concerned. I am the most misunderstood man. But it is nobody's fault, it is my own device. I am hitting the fools just exactly where it hurts, on their very skulls. And remember, I always carry the joke to its very end, the punch line! There is an ancient story, the famous Zen story, The Ten Bulls of Zen. It is a pictorial story with ten picture cards, each card containing a phase of man and his evolution. The original pack consisted of only nine cards; the tenth was added by a madman like me. Everybody opposed him, everybody denounced him. He had to leave his country. He added the tenth picture, and the tenth picture is the most beautiful, the very culmination, the culmination of culmination itself. In the first picture the bull is lost and the owner is searching for it. In the second, he is looking everywhere and he cannot find it. In the third, far, far away he can infer: "Perhaps that is my bull." In the fourth he has actually seen the bull -- not the whole bull but just its tail. In the fifth he has seen the whole bull. In the sixth he has caught hold of the bull by its tail. In the seventh the man has learned a lesson; he is holding the bull by the horns. In the eighth he is riding on the bull. In the ninth they have arrived home.



The ninth has no picture, neither the bull nor its owner. That was the old pack. A madman like me added the tenth to those nine cards. In the tenth the man is seen in the marketplace -not only seen but with a bottle of wine. Now, no Buddhist can forgive it! Nobody thinking himself religious can forgive it! That madman was thrown out of his country, but miraculously the tenth card has remained. Whatsoever is done by men like me... you may throw them out, you may kill them, you may crucify them, but what they do remains. You cannot destroy it. The man -- nobody even knows his name, they even erased his name from the books; nobody knows who he was, but he has done a tremendous service to humanity. I have denied the invitation to visit America for years. My first Western disciples were American. Mukta has been asking me to go to America, and she could manage it because she belongs to one of the richest families in the Greek world. But I said, "No, Mukta." One day while sitting in my room, Sheela just laughingly offered me a bottle of champagne, thinking that I would refuse, not knowing me at all. I accepted it with a "thank you." She looked puzzled. Vivek laughed, everybody laughed when I poured the champagne into my glass and drank it. Vivek took pictures. They have been hiding those pictures, but I will persuade them to give the pictures to you because they are the tenth picture.

I want to add the tenth picture to a man himself, not to any story, not to any pack of cards. In the East only the woman serves the wine. Ashu, don't be afraid. Except fear, nothing has been the enemy of women. They were subjugated because of their fear. They were so ready, so willing to be subjugated, to be slaves, and for centuries. Don't be afraid. At least with me be fearless, because I teach nothing but fearlessness. I want to bring back the ordinary man, with all his extraordinariness. Naturally, first I have to be that ordinary man myself -- and I am an ordinary man, extraordinarily ordinary... with a champagne bottle in the marketplace, rejoicing. That's what champagne represents. Life is nothing but wine, and at such heights I know that I am a drunkard. I know the ultimate heights of Being and nothing can be higher than that, that much I know. Om Mani Padme Hum.... Even while I am dying I will say the last word. Nobody else can say it for me, on my behalf; nobody can be a pope. I am... and will not be represented by anyone else. Om Mani Padme Hum... The Jewel and the Lotus. SESSION 5 Om Mani Padme Hum I was thinking to discontinue the mantra, but the beauty is such that it cannot be discontinued so soon. For one reason more, Devageet: it has only scratched your subconscious, not penetrated to the very core, to the very center; hence I have to continue.


... Om Mani Padme Hum.... The Himalayan hills are covered with snow, and the sun is rising. The first sunrays falling on the snow are creating millions of diamonds.... That is the meaning of Mani, Diamond. The Diamond symbolically represents the eternal. What a strange phenomenon, the snow, the ephemeral... one moment here, the next moment gone; sometimes represents the eternal.... The snow, the sunrise, the diamonds, the miracle of eternal being reflected in the ephemeral, in the very phenomenal.... Just as the moon is reflected in the lake, even ripples can disturb it; just a pebble thrown into the lake is enough. But although it can be disturbed it is capable of reflecting the beyond in its undisturbed moments. That is what I call meditation: an undisturbed moment in mind -- which is always disturbed, but is capable of being undisturbed. The very disturbance proves its capacity to remain undisturbed -- even if for a single moment it is here and now. In fact we should only say "herenow"; the and should be dropped. It is not needed in reality. In language maybe it is needed, but I am not a linguist, thank God. Although there is no God we can still use the expression thank God -- that means thanking no one.



The moment the mind is herenow... get it! Herenow... get it! Om Mani Padme Hum Then you are surrounded in all directions and dimensions by diamonds, and also by lotuses. That is the meaning of Padme. Om Mani -- aahhh! The Diamond... the Diamond is the indestructible part of our being. Om Mani Padme Hum, and the Padme, the Lotus, is our changing circumference. The Diamond is our center, and the Lotus, the cyclone, and we are the centers of the cyclone. And what is the Hum? It means nothing but emphasis. It simply means, as when you strike a rock with a hammer you say "Hummmm!" -- that is Hum. And the mystics have to strike on the rock of your unconscious... Hummmmm! Om Mani Padme Hum... what a beautiful expression: the Diamond and the Lotus together. They are not colleagues; the Diamond lives in a totally different world. The Lotus knows nothing of the diamond, but the mystic has brought them together. The mystic is the magician. He brings things together which cannot ordinarily be brought together. Togetherness is his whole work, and this mantra represents the ultimate togetherness of the mortal and the immortal... of darkness and light, of the changing and the unchanging... Om Mani Padme Hum.... I love it so much; that's why, although I had decided to discontinue this series, in spite of myself I have to continue it.



A strange thing is happening today. My right eye is becoming blurred with a tear. It is because of Devageet becoming scratched -- although only the unconscious, and that too is being scratched only in part, but still that affects my right eye. My left eye, which is always full of tears at such moments, is absolutely clear. This is happening for the first time. Ashu, you should be sad. My right eye is full with a tear. But I don't really mean that you should be sad... soon my left eye will follow. Just go to the heights so the left eye also is full of tears... and the poor right will never be full of tears, only a small tear, but even that is rare. Remember again Jonathan the Seagull. Go higher. I will not be able to speak until my left eye becomes full of tears. Yes, the tear is appearing. Tears are beautiful.... Tears and laughter, life consists of only two things. The dance is coming... the dance of Jalaluddin... thirty-six hours dancing continuously shouting "Allah! Allah! Allah!" People first gathered around him, then they left. How long could they stay with him? Thirty-six hours! Even the disciples left. That is condemnable. Then he was alone, but he continued his dance. That is what I am doing in my aloneness -- dancing, singing. Nobody else is there... nobody else can be. Everybody is born alone, remains alone, dies alone.

... Om Mani Padme Hum. Ashu, your tear is just appearing in my left eye like a sunrise. But this time it is appearing on both of my sides, left and right; I am amazed because it always used to appear only on the left. Aahhh... Om Mani Padme Hum... the flowers are blooming. Om Mani Padme Hum I cannot wait any longer. I know my bladder is full. I have already waited too long. I am such a rascal that even if something is going against me I will sit up in my grave and say, "Stop! Put it right! Put it exactly as I want it!" With me you cannot have your own way. My way is the only way, as far as being with me is concerned. Om Mani Padme Hum.... SESSION 6 Om Mani Padme Hum Ordinarily man has understood meditation to mean concentration. It is not, it is relaxation, and both are contrary. This is so beautiful... I can sing my song. Alas I am not a singer, nor a poet, nor a painter, but one need not be a poet, a painter, or singer to sing a song; one can sing it just by being ordinary. It works in ordinariness. This morning I was talking about The Ten Bulls of Zen. The ninth picture is just an empty garden. That has been the ultimate of all religions. Even Krishnamurti belongs to the ninth picture. It does not matter whether he thinks it is so or not, but he belongs to it.


I have been in the company of the ninth -- Krishna, Ramana, J. Krishnamurti, and there are the ancient ones also: Mahavira, Mohammed, Moses -- they all belong to the ninth. Yes, they are very saintly, very extraordinary. The grip of the extraordinary is extraordinary; to get out of it is the last thing in existence, and that is the tenth card. When you come out of nothingness, back into the world of ordinariness, it is so beautiful. The ordinary is no more ordinary. The mundane has become sacred. Om Mani Padme Hum contains both. Om is beyond it, and Hum is below the expressible. Hum is used by the laborers; Om is used by the saints. Om Mani Padme Hum joins them both; Om becomes Hum, and Hum becomes Om.... What a tremendous synthesis. The Diamond is the hardest, the most masculine -- Mao Zedong, Joseph Stalin. Amazingly, Stalin means steel; that's what the Diamond stands for. It is the steelest of all steels. And the Lotus, the softest, the most fragile. You cannot conceive of anything more fragile than a lotus -- the hardest and the softest. The Lotus represents the feminine. The feminine is always at the center, the center of everyone. The Diamond is at the circumference. Its hardness is to guard, to protect -- a safety device, a security. The feminine however is at the center, at the very core where security is not needed; where one can open up in love; where one can trust; where trust is simple, not arranged, not made.



It is simply, effortlessly there. This mantra joins them both, the highest, Om, with the lowest, Hum. The hardest, the Diamond, with the softest, the Lotus. The total is what is existential, and here and now. It is the present within me herenow. It is present in my silence, and it is also present in the words that bubble out of my silence. I have come across hundreds of mantras but nothing is comparable to Om Mani Padme Hum. Just from words, or rather sounds... but what intensity! What fire! What sacred fire! It is no ordinary fire, but a sacred fire which burns, and burns totally, leaving nothing behind... and yet you are reborn out of it. It is a mystery just like the mythological story of the phoenix -- the story of a bird burning itself to death, and out of that death coming alive again and again, eternally. It is not just a myth. No myth is just a myth; something of the truth is given through it. Down the generations this mantra has been there, and I have come to it again and again. I see Ashu laughing. She must be thinking, "This man is really crazy. He must be to come back again and again to his mantra." You cannot drown his mantra; to drown him is impossible, so the mantra goes on and on.... Om Mani Padme Hum.... This is the mantra Tibetans repeat when a child is born... not exactly that, but when a child is conceived.



How is it possible? The method is this: while you are making love, keep repeating this mantra, so when the child is conceived, Om Mani Padme Hum is there from the beginning. For nine months the mother repeats it as often as possible, and whenever possible. When the child is born, the father repeats the mantra, the lama repeats the mantra. "Priest" is an ugly translation, but in English the only translation for lama is priest, but that's not my fault. A lama is not just a priest, he is a prophet too. He comes when the child is born -not a doctor, but the mystic -- and he repeats the mantra continuously. As the head of the child emerges, he is repeating; as the child is born, he is born into Om Mani Padme Hum. The same happens when one falls in love and gets married. The lama is not a Christian priest marrying two people, he is a mystic helping two people to go deep into love. He again repeats the mantra. Om Mani Padme Hum.... Again it is not what you would call a wedding; it is not a bondage. It is beautiful. Hence in Tibet they have never heard of divorce. You will be surprised... only now, recently, have they heard of it; otherwise for centuries and centuries their people have been joined in love. The very concept of divorce was unknown to them. Again the same mantra is repeated when a person is dying. The lama repeats it, and so does everybody present.


The dying person is in an ocean of Om Mani Padme Hum. From the very beginning to the end this mantra remains a secret, silent undercurrent in the life of the man. So don't laugh; try to understand, rather, try to feel. Perhaps that's why I continued with it. In my sane moments I was going to stop. But trust my insanity. The more insane I am, the closer I am to truth. Om Mani Padme Hum.... I have left the ninth card of Zen because I was tired of Moses, Ramakrishna, Mohammed, Mahavira, Krishnamurti -- the whole company. They are good company, but even good company sooner or later becomes nauseating. A good company, just good, becomes tasteless. I dropped out of it. I transcended it and became a real dropout: the tenth bull of Zen. And entering the tenth I have known all that is worth knowing, while the poor fellows in the ninth are playing with toys... religious toys, but toys are toys. Only in the tenth are you beyond. And the tenth resounds in you with the soundless sound of... Om Mani Padme Hum.... THE END.

Crystal vs Nirmal

Crystal Vs. Nirmal

Poetry Collection



BY

Nirmal Kumar Thapa











Deathless Death

After born in this planetYour first crying/shout demands joyEven you have not senseYou demands horrific tearsJust for meaningless.I know the deep means of your cryingPerhaps, you may afraid with deathUnknowinglyFrom the cradle to the graveFrom mischief children to mystic oldFrom red ray to strong pale rayI know your concernedHow to surviveHow to remain safeHow to remain secureAnd where are you going?Towards grave!You can’t catch the allAll your security, safeties are leading you to the graveBefore the grave comesHave a little dance forget your being nessAnd existence-too meaninglessIf you couldn’t have danceNo realization feels the ice-cold of graveYou miss the great songs of lifeYou must dance before to go deep-sleepThat’s why you must dance before to go graveA dance without songs and musicFrom your silence-worldYou may bring own ness musicThat music be a far away from Beethoven’sA divine music of Cosmo-flute.
But such silenceIs hard to keep at a singleWhile you lived silentlyIt brings totality, intenselyThen you know at that very momentA death of deathlessnessGrave will came but death will notIf you lived totallyHas gone deep enough into himselfWill also reach the graveYou will miss the eternal principle of lifeThe real joy of lifeYou gone just alike a simply dieAs utter with tearsYou surprised with meYou don’t lose your own joyYou feel it with sitting silentlyDeath comes as a normal guestYou most welcomed and celebrateFor ultimate challenge of the unknownEnter in death with silent songThen death is no moreTake it as a sutraA mantraA like OM MANE PADME HUMSATYEM SHIVAM SUNDARAMAnd keep it own inner spaceWhere your beloved one has placedLive dangerously with wild-wisdomLike mineLaughter becomes without jokeA great joke laughs on meBirth is nothing but just a source of passionThat passion reunion with next passionThat called deathAhhh…LIFE, itself a great jokeA journey towards cosmic wayOnly White clouds hide meBecause all color of desires come from whiteMay be it puzzled me from far agoThese verse are the prove of my madnessAlthough I have no fear of death like yoursYes I already stand with deathMy loneliness and you make meMore mystic… walks upon dead bodyAt the midnight with lonely moonIm stand with hungerThat may called a deathNo it should be big letterDEATHA black art on the night canvas. -8th sept-2007


Thankless Tear

I have never thanked to parents for the body bornTheirs combine effort to carry me hereAt this very momentFrom senseless to sense nessTheirs service to me is beyond wordsIt is useless to thank themIt cannot be deep enough of respectTheirs bless with me like a shadowBe trueI surprised at that poor momentWhile I wish for anythingBefore I can think itthey know my need and send me from BAKUWA
I have not thanked themHow can I thank?There is no way.
At that very moment of pain and happinessMy tears utterly rolling downOn the feet of unseen parentsAnd connecting with themWhom I loved muchSometime, I realized to my tearsAre just as beautiful flowersBlooming with season and dying out as seasonsLike circle of seasons - Basanta and SaradTears and smiles are whirling and disappearing into meA body itself seeds of bothAlike two eyes and handsYes add again my parentsThey are the most oneWho seeds me into the clay of sense?Obviously,I feel some majestic smileWhile I recall theirs memoryFrom the soundless frameUtterly they sent meFair blesses by the windsWith love and gratitude.My thankless tears always dropped in to theirs feetI know im a cozy path of theirs highway.
-4th sept-2007

Echoes of Pagal

The very beauty of music can keep one rootedIt was just between this and thatI was only thisI heard music during the rainingBut only to keep myself too rootedI love myself more than youBut I want to create a home for the parentsAnd by certificate I want to create new links to friendsAnd others for my dear and nearI walked useless pathBut I had no way for own selfMy all efforts for othersFrom chair to dearI miss a lot of thing of own nessIt may be a punishment for birthAmong the so-called dearsEven I know they all were nothingBut they carry me as a precious thing a brain-childAnd hope many things what they can’t dreamed at allIn other words im just like a dollA modern Chinese doll who can laugh and talk
They want to meI must be make a new historyI must be create something newIn fact I hate history to sayI dreamed but couldn’t makeMy dream becomes reality.I told them when they push me for many thingsYou all are the fortunate to be with a person who stands with you and doing your job for fulfillment your own desiresIn reality you all are the unfortunate for that I’m the person who have flute without holes.By this personal flute only I could enjoy not youYou all are just barriers of mineYou just know my body presenceBut I realized my own being presenceMy being still alive for ever but you all were miss meBeing cannot be born again and againIts not alike bodyBeing is matter of eternalNever born never diesSo lets take knowledge with my mad wordsWelcomed you allFrom my parents to friendsAll nearer and dearsBe ready to stand with meDon’t push me for anythingPlease forgive mefor my own freedom
-4th sept-07

Darkness

Darkness comeThere was no moonClouds hide the starsEverything is disappearedThe mountains, the birdsAnd my own bodyThe night was quite and silenceThere was hardly soft windI couldn’t even ground myself in soundI seemed to be floating in pureAbstract blacknessAnd black mirror of the pastI kept my eyes fixedOn where I thought the past wasMy ears awake with warm-waveSome sign of far- criedI couldn’t imagine lasting the nightMy ears were conscious and I heard a repeated knocking soundIt came from the other end of the skyI heard a wit sounds of mythAnd watchMy sweet blacknessOnly full of fearsOh! Just like my past soul mate.
-17th December 2006



Madman at the Temple

One day a man came to meAn ask-Do you believe in God?He has surprised to seen me before at PashupatiI simply answered himNoIt’s not about godBecause I know godlinessI have god-realization with manyOn the way of stoned ladder to MirgasthaliBeautifully crafting temples architectureHumbleness of the all kingsWho added gold in templeon the name of goddance of blackbuckMonkey’s mischiefsAnd others tooAttract me for welcomedBut the man who ask mesuch question known mefrom long agoas –“who have no any sympathy for god “but how could he regular in here,
He thinks I lie to him
These all things carry me herefrom my cozy hermitagebut plated Nirmal NiwasI just a being like eagleAlthough I have two legs except wingsNo matterI can flight with my desires as I wantBut the poor man never understand meAbout my presence of Pashupati at anytime
I’m no more hereMy eagle ness goes on faraway skiesMy eagle spirit only knows about god!My being known the alones of heightsThe silence of heightsAlthough among the worshipperAnd other barriers can’t stop my flightThe danger of heights indicate to meWhere is the go?My Everest consciousness only knows the god.I forget to speak out more as I wantThe man disappearedPerhaps –he has been realized thatIm the most fool man on this small Nepalof course I am
The dance of monkeysMake me again as a mad dancerTo listen early bird songsI feel deep reliefBut he neverThe man who ask me questionHe knows me far fromBut afraid to ask meAt today he accumulateBut he must feel some dirt’swith my idiotic answers
always I repeated my walks as samejust around outside of templeI left behind to enters templeBut I have remembrances about poor priest of templeHis red-nose smile flattering with prassads and dachinaHis hands seems as latest electro-deviceThese all visionary things are poor then upstairs scandalsThat’s why I sue to walk around the temple
In second day when I meet again the same manNow he looks me as old enemyEven I don’t thief his wifeThen I simply smiled upon his so-called wiseAwakened-manFrom your muddy worldYour muddy water for the lotusmy poor fellowAwake……and awake…..And prepare to flight as eaglewith dangerouslyWithout knowing dangerNo one growsOn the adventure of spiritWhile the eagle goes highest in to the skyFlies across the sunYou may realizedYour inner self is immortal and god is thereWithout holding a hell or heavenIts not about a seen of ladyWho walks with dog in the evening is hereThe joy always belongs only to few courageous soulsyou may oneim already frightenedNow your turnGet ready for flightWith out preparation
Because God never desire from own childrenNor he has aspects from youGo ahead for ultimate oneWho am i?Reflect your own question towards own mirrorThen you know who are you?
-6th-sept-07

Walker / Traveler

The sweetest melody of divine musicWith the naked wire of BinaPassion to thief smiles of lotusMerciful desire to dissolveOf yellow flower of mustardsWind carries me with the wing of passionate loveOn clouds of desiresRolling me with faithI’m the great one who have single total freedomFar behind blue sky and eagle kissed each otherMoments and momentMy pleasure only dance among the nude ray of sunWhen virgin ray bite me I feelThat same –as clouds and eagles in my early morningWindow opens own heart andPale rays found me on bedWith half-awakened eye
My journey has no destinyNor any pathI’m a pathless travelerAfter acrosses to many voyages of aimsPoor earth cannot survive meThat’s why I choose itWind is my directorNo matterWhere I’m goingWind carries to me as my own loving motherRed rays shows me the wayFrom source –real sourceI surrender with godFor my deep passion to walk upon divine surface.
-2nd sept-2007

After You

My tragedy beginsFrom the moment I know to herThe boundless gift is too heavy to bearI had left far-behindThe face of the mirrorEnjoyed water of Fewa & Fishtail mountainLotus & the roses Are no longerAfter your steep towards meI’m no moreJust bone-masterOn the name of bonny-flowerBlooms on your angerI forget my smile before to mirrorAfter youI’m no moreI beg to you my alonesA silence worldWithout word just having emotionsAnd passions fro divine oneThat’s not youMy destiny was somewhereNot to upon youBut everything changed After youForgive my wordsI myself cant to do with live wordsSo in my mischiefSpeaks out by the wordsWhat you never understood
Its for my dear readerThey are my friendsWhile I feel some new on heartApart from you
…At the very end of (his) long-effort measured by sky less space & time without depth.Melancholies rise in man’s heart
After the call of happinessBecame together with oneness. -26th sept.2007




Higher Order

When you know yourself only through contentYou will also thinkYou know what is good or badYou differentiate between eventsThose are good for meAnd those are bad This is a fragmented perceptionOf the wholeness of lifeIn which everything is interconnectedIn every event has its necessary placeAnd function within the totalityHowever, is more than the surface appearance?More than the sum totalMore than whatever your lifeOr the world contains.I remembered the beautiful express,The Zen saying-“The snow falls, each flake in its appropriate place“We can never understandThis high-order through thinking We think about it content Whereas, the higher order emanatesFrom the formless realm of consciousnessFrom universal intelligenceBut we can glimpse it And more than thatAlign ourselves with itBe conscious participants in the unfolding of that higher purpose.Than you may realizes the secrete thingsA like early birds songs from the boundless skyJust echoes of self-realizationFor the single oneYes I have the places to live with smileWith the full of laughAmong the so-called modern-world. -12th Nov,’07



A Dream-Finding Who You Truly Are

Gnothi Seauton- Know ThyselfOn last nights dreamAbove the entrance of my third eyeThese words were dancing until end of night I borrowed these wordsIn fact these words were inscribedAbove the entrance to the temple of Apollo at DelphiSite of the sacred OracleLikely that most visitors read those words As they entered the building Without realizing that they pointed To a deeper truth than anythingSlightly my knowing beingVanished at the midnightThird eye indicates to the cosmic-world Where few masters were busy with own disciple But I’m quite farI may not have realized that how great a revelation OrHow accurate the information I receivedIt would ultimately prove to be of no availWould not save me from further unhappinessAnd self-created sufferings I’m STOP at that moment While someone knock my 3rd eye regularlyIn that very moment I realizedI may failed to find the truthWhere my cosmic eye knock to meSuddenly I’m back to myselfAnd enter the empire of ApolloWhere my dear words leave behind“Gnothi Seauton”Know ThyselfThe most fundamental question of my life : Who am I ? -12th nov.2007

GOD

To know GodIt is difficult as to making a bridge in ocean… But not impossible Will take enough troubleTo remove that difficultyAll other difficulties of lifeWill vanishedUnless we see godWe cannot know anythingIt’s a like sunBefore the sun comesWe can see nothing This NOTHING will removeWhen the sun comesWe see everythingThis EVERYTHING isA spark of consciousnessWe all are covered by this simple convictionBut God is beyond Consciousness…Forget this consciousnessA momentYou will see GodBefore the sun comesAfter the sun goesIn a flash!You will see GodOn the presence of God We knew everythingGet ready to knockFor the godly-doorLets together we should move our hands for the single.Although the God is not far from youNor we can achieve it with unity It’s a path of selfFor the revelation of God. - 31st, Oct, 07

You

From far agoI blessed from youFro the live with ultimate individual
And could remount the jewels of lifeMy futile journey to walk for long pilgrimageFor celebration, dance and musicBut they all were not asides meEven your grace with me
And it chased away my nessEveryday of my life is absurd and fruitlessAlthough I was according to youAnd did the same as coammanded by youJust for that oneTo read and pull off certificateTo me it’s like a worthless job, a hallow step Obviously it defeated meAnd ruined all my routineHow can I console myself to live?Poor my being still under the painAnd only tears were the friends of mine At the time of late deep-nightA moment of full-moon smiled upon meI’m am worried with own selfHaving myriad of desires and secretes hopeWill just put down on meA helpless man awake from the state And called a poet A small poet from the small land of NepalHardly you can pointed inside the huge globe It has no own identity exceptBirth place of Sidhatrtha the GautamaAnd the Mount EverestBut I stand with more than thatI have my own identity & existence With individually I want to surviveWith lonely…in the world of man less planetYou the all to myself is too enough And I’m different than youOf course still you forced meFor the same repetition what is just worthless…to attain the fame full lifeTo gain the so-called popularityMore than ordinary others“You must be a unique”!I respect to all of youAnd your grace to me is pricelessBut I’m stressed by youPlease forgive me & my wordsSmall poet only can keepOwn irregular words on versePerhaps you may surprisedTo know it, my mad echo’sPlease understand me.
I’m no more but emotionless And no one else commanded myself except meI was the king of to myselfYou always prohibited to enters in my worldWhere I’m just alone with silenceIt’s my empire not for youSo from now you all stop to command meYour command has made me futileTo ruled me, I’m is enoughI’m my single empireI’m on the stage of flight for white skyWhere I’m just alone not your forceSelf-invented wing carry me for the land of freedomWhere I’m just aloneAnd there I sing my first song It’s called last song of my lifeYour visual body was gone away But my being is stand with truth andSmiled from the beyond …on cosmic worldWhere I’m just alone not youForgive me my dearsAnd realize my aim for the real ONE. 28th sept,07

Empiric Reality (The reality can test by experience)

On the name of BuddhaThey were busyFor yogic practiceA huge white bowl still with silence From long ago more than thousands of yearsThere two half awakened eyesAre same and still cheeringWith same empathic deep sight towards the visitors And I sent my ray to themI knew they are Buddhist And doing a practice com passion
Touching the Earth
I found in theirs forehead Some mystical delightsAnd full of love, compassion & equanimityDuring the practice they have touch the Earth deeplyAlike towards surrender with own dear motherBy two legs, two hands, forehead & perfectly whole bodyAllowing transcending themselvesTo see them feel magic, a pride and notionsAnd enter the world of things as they areI celebrate myselfTo see upon themI realized my own inner-most secretAnd returned to childhoodWhere I live without knowing, with emptyAnd had a smile of GodlinessI’m not a just seer I joined with themWho are still doing same practice?On the name of BuddhaWhere are only love, joy and compassion?We were together without separate selfIn front of the StupaA yellow sun becoming a redBut I seen a flower on the edge of curio shopEven flower cannot exist as a separate, independent selfIt is made entirelyThe flower is a “non-elements”Im made of non-me elementsNothing can exist by itself alone We both are togetherWe don’t have separate selvesSlightly some dove were appearsWith them I changed myself and flew awayOm comes from the far-distanceSounding like a my own mothers callAll the ten direction are full with the echoes of OmA real name, a real voiceOnly truths left behind the history of manhood“Om”A sound of creation First & last word of God.These monks and nuns are still there having same practice While I opened my eyesI’m not the sameI fail to spot and lose the jewelsMy short-past moments carry me on the godly empireAnd we traveled togetherTo attain the ultimate oneThanks all of you on the name of BuddhaI want to recall themFrom the Aastika (a prophet, fellow of Suddhodhan.) to Aananda( a beloved disciple of Gautama)Om Mane Padhme Hum…The lotus and the jewel both togetherFrom mud world to the cave Where have a Gods sounds and his graceOm mane padhme humBuddham Sharanam GachhamiNaman to the all wise people. -28th Sept,’07

Relation behind the words

To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun to moonTo one whole voice that is youAnd know there is moreThat you can’t see, can’t hearCan’t know except on momentsSteadily growing, and in languagesThat isn’t always sound but otherCircles of motionsLike smoke that everydayOver the Bagmati river, circled in blue skyIn wind, swept our heart cleanAnd have desire to knownShould pray for dew drops of realnessStand between face-to-faceWith hungry compassion I see youSee ourselves and knowThat we must take the utmost careAnd kindness in all thingsBreathe in, knowing we are made of All this, and breathe, knowingWe are truly blessedBecause we were born and know each otherAnd die soon within a true circle of motionLike smoke rounding out the whole day inside us For the name of reward of lifeAnd meaning folds here I pray that it will be doneIn beauty, in love, without emotionJust stand opposed between each otherAnd should recall your own nessAnd feel utterly the real motion of beingsWhere we are? At this vary moment Behind the wordsHaving the fake mask for real oneBe conscious with present where we areWho bless us to unknown grace, with unknowingly?As a sailors who has loss compassAnd thinking to go for the sunWhere winds may carry onWe are no moreCrack out this darkness and awake from the unknownOf course bouquet of rosesAnd smile of full moon waiting youGive hands of thanks with humbly Who grace to this all. -29th sept.07

Answer

A fool ask me Are you like a mad?I respect him and answeredWith chilly IDIOT!Fool is so soft towards meAnd smiled with elegantly And start to walk ahead in own way.
I surprised & see himSlowly he seems quite far from me And later he was no more Nor his sign of presence But, after his gone I received humblenessO! What a great replied without wordsMy gratitude changed into humiliation What a wonderful answered without wordOh great job! with great mannersThank full job.In my dictionary have no words to respect himAlthough, I’m a mad as his saying.

Realization

The world is either flat or roundDepending on the point of viewConsider the world is neither flat nor roundThink again, think says dream, as it makes a house for my parentsThink, says fire as it re-enact the nearest starBetween them is a small subject of meaning In which there is no word for shameThere is incredible depth to every grain of sand to every nuance of creatureEvery gesture in the known an unknown universeMatter has converse weight in antimatter Destruction creation in the shell of a little house were father and daughterI try to appear as the savvy traveler Look smooth and inconspicuous in this knowledgeLeave it, I said slightly more to myself than to anyoneAnd water trembling with lightMy beloved disappears in to the deepI can see lover thereAt the edge of the world I was surprised by the sweet embrace Of the perfume of desert after the rainOf the seen of Everest after the sunThrough after all these seasonsI shouldn’t be surprisedNothing I can singWill bring you backNeither the songs of early dews nor the full moon musicUntil the became sunNot the personal song of the rain Who makes love to the earth?Your nakedness and precious smileWith warm touch at deep nightI will never forgetEven you left behindHorizon recalls our togetherness and own nessA marvelous moment of my youthAgain the sky has ordered to horizon For defend my formative days.All of these thingsFrom my tears to cheerful momentHusky full nights and secrete gamesAll were recallThe ruins and the smile at once upon a timeAt right nowWhere we are under the same skyWith tears & smileA worth choice for TO LIVE together. -20th sept,07

Cycle

With the smile on his lipsGod realization…Wonderful ageless eyesGreat pilgrimage was endedWith the same child-like eyeAnd Godly smile…Before he has laying on bed for deep-sleepLotus closed own hands & legsBefore the spring get nearerHow can I forget such brilliant look and presence? After you-My journey starts from there Where your Great Pilgrimage was ended?-29th July, 07



Haiku

Ahhh…Red roseWhat a wonderIt beatitudes me A just nightmare. --------------Every morning gives birth to the sun And, I dieIn both Day & nights.……………………..Living togetherFighting each otherThe joy of married lifeOrEcstasy of wedded-fruit.………………………Black roses bloom on your heartland But I'm redThe sun smiles on me and blesses.


Surprise
Once when I was going by my friend’s gardenI heard a springless sparrow saying “Please Sir never come here again, for onece is enoughSo I welcomed you in my heaven “ Then I spoke - “Sorry! Whats the matter to came here its my friends garden not yours!”Again sparrow replied - “I cannot fly away as the other bird,Is here im living with rejoice fully And I shall afraid to flyWho knows, some day, if u opened me and ordered to out “Then I moved from thereIn search for another sparrowBut still my hand were nakedAnd heart will be nude Perhaps, it’s a cause of that sparrow Who afraid to fly Sparrow’s shadow is so vastThat I cannot trace itHis omnipresent rise in my sleepIn every nightReality that –The sparrow were crushed my heartNow my silence call to himFor the shake of soulBird vs manA noteable joke.

God - No – I’m

In my childhoodI had hope to meet GodMore like personAnd had make a question to ask“Hello““How are you? ““I have been looking for you for thousands of years”?To him,But laterAt the end of childhoodI don’t see that there is any GodWho created the world?I certainly experienceA quality of godlinessIn existenceIt is a qualityNot a personAs my childhood thoughtWhat passion to meet to GodIt’s like loveMore like silenceMore like joyLess like a personMy search of God ended hereWith this conclusionGod is not a personBut only a presenceI can go on listening According to my own conditioningGod is a presenceAt the innermost core of my own beingIt is my own presenceNow I have no patience to meet GodAll the quest have vainestMy experience saysI, Myself a GodAnd have no hopes to meet anybodyWho created the worldExcept myselfFrom Nirmal to CrystalA bit journeyBut big achievementTo know GodNot outwardlyBut insideWhere the shadow of knowingness Dancing, rejoicing and celebrating Oh, I know myself.

Remeber your Duties

We are quick to demand things these days. We expect facilities to be up to date and the ones responsible to be as prompt as possible. Conversely, many of us tend to turn a blind eye when our own duties are concerned. In the times when making demands has become the mantra, it takes both determination and courage to remind people to do their jobs instead; exactly the thing the Civic Rights Movement 2007 (Kartabyabodh Aviyaan) has been attempting to do.
The brainchild of 28-year-old Nirmal Kumar Thapa and businessman turned writer of the "Socha" fame, Karna Shakya, the campaign was formally initiated in January after months of designing. "I had always had these ideas on following duties rather than blaming others. The idea to take it forward came into being eventually after meeting and discussing with Mr. Shakya," said Nirmal. The campaign that began with a handful of members has now expanded into a 31-member crew of dedicated volunteers. The collective ideas of these members formed the 122-point booklet penned by Karna Shakya.
The group has been distributing the booklet to the general public since 10 March. Priced at Rs. 10, the booklet has proved to be immensely popular selling more than 14000 copies since. The book speaks of a range of social issues from responsible social sense to traffic problems. "The response we have received on the book is overwhelming," said member Diwa Rai, "It has truly motivated us to put more of our efforts into our campaign."
When many of such movements and campaigns are politically motivated or focusing on donors, Civic Rights Movement stands out as being a completely volunteer fuelled non-political campaign. "Perhaps this stance has added to the interest people have started giving us," said Nirmal. On their future plans Nirmal spoke of awareness generating interaction session at various Colleges and Non-Government Organizations. "We also plan on doing free interaction session at 3-month intervals." With a documentary planned on the movement the group also intend on making biographies for the unsung heroes of the society. They plan on using the proceeds from their booklet sales to fund their activities.
Who are the unsung heroes you ask? "Many exceptional individuals who have contributed in the development of our nation such as writers, video-graphers, photographers and many others that deserve the respect that in due to them for a long time," said Nirmal
With such ideas fuelling them, one does wonder whether they will fade out after the core year of their campaign, 2007 is over but they think otherwise. "The movement will continue after our core year too. We are more than sure that we will be able to pass on our ideologies to future members who will take it to another level", Nirmal responded.
The Civic rights Movement 2007 is attempting a social movement which has been long overdue in coming. Their approach is energetic, dedicated and sincere and most importantly, they are a group of people who truly practice what they preach.

Shashank Shrestha
For WAVE Magazine

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