Talks on the Enlightened Woman Mystic, Daya OSHO Talks on the Enlightened Woman Mystic, Daya Contents

OSHO Talks on the Enlightened Woman Mystic, Daya OSHO Talks on the Enlightened Woman Mystic, Daya Contents 1 Remembering the Divine 1 2 Love Can Wait for Lifetimes 49 3 The Last Morning Star 93 4 A Pure Flame of Love Hi 5 Going Beyond Time 183 6 Receiving Your Soul 229 7 The Shine of Countless Suns 273 8 Running with Your Whole Heart 317 9 The Golden Alchemy 363 10 Completing the Circle 409 About Osho 449 Further Information 452 n these discourses, Osho calls all who will hear him to go beyond everything they know or have experienced. "The I path of devotion is the path of the heart," he says. "Only the mad succeed there, only those who can laugh and cry with their whole heart, who are not afraid to drink the wine of the divine - because when you drink that wine you will become intoxicated, you will lose all control over your life. Then you will walk when the divine makes you walk, you will stand when the divine lifts you up. And although you are being made to walk, you are being made to stand, your life goes on very beautifully, very blissfully. Right now, your life is nothing but sorrow; then your life will be nothing but bliss. But this happens only when your life is not under your control. And that is the fear." To put aside that fear, to trust, is the beginning of a complete transformation of one's life. Daya and Sahajo were both disciples of the great master, Charandas (1703-1783). Charandas had great respect for the clas sical Indian traditions of the Upanishads, the Puranas and Hatha yoga, but became famous in his maturity for his ecstatic devotion. He was iconoclastic, indifferent to ritual, opposed to caste, and a major poet. Both Daya and Sahajo were renowned disciples of Charandas, and Sahajo, his cousin, was to succeed him as an im portant master in her own right after his death. Like Charandas, both his women disciples also wrote poetry. Osho has spoken on all three of these "singers, poets and madmen," praising the purity of their vision and the strong sim plicity of their writing. His discourses on Sahajo bear the title Showering Without Clouds, a phrase drawn from Daya's verse. The viii title of this volume, The Last Morning Star, is taken from Sahajo's poetry. In Books I have Loved, Osho describes Daya as "a contempo rary of Meera and Sahajo" but "far more profound than either of them." He says: "Daya is a little cuckoo, but don't be worried. In fact it does not have the meaning of being nuts. Daya is really a cuckoo - not nuts, but a sweet singer like the Indian koyal. On an Indian summer night...the distant call of the cuckoo, that's what Daya is...a distant call in the hot summer of this world." Daya's poetry is carefully crafted, passionate and full of rasa, different poetic moods. It is gentle - flowing naturally and spon taneously. Her poems cover such topics as devotion to the master, continual awareness of the presence of the divine, love and courageous commitment to the spiritual journey, abiding in the company of other seekers, and the final merging with the ulti mate through the process of ajapa jap, the "unchanted chanting," the soundless sound, which fills the disciples with awareness of the oneness of existence. Osho takes up these various topics in his own unique manner, speaking intimately as a lover, a friend, and a master to those seekers for whom Daya's concerns are a natural part of their daily existence. These discourses are filled with beautiful poetry, as in this series of talks Osho is using poems rather than jokes to underline any particular point he is making. As he draws us fur ther along the spiritual path, we are treated to a master's many different ways and methods. He is beguiling as he encourages us to recognize the condition of the world, which is as beautiful and as fleeting as "the last morning star." He is stern with those who are filled with their own importance and learning. He is com passionate as he speaks of the ecstasy and the madness of the enlightened mystics - drunk with the divine - who laugh and sing, fall down, rise up again, and who "put their feet in one spot, but they land elsewhere." He points to the mystery which is experienced when the disciple lets go of the master's hand and ix enters into the light of existence, still full of love for the master. Here, the Sufi master, Mulla Nasruddin, is present in many jokes and anecdotes and there are many other delightful stories as well. In the second discourse, Osho tells the story of a Sufi fakir, meditating each day in the forest, and an old woodcutter. The fakir encourages the old man to go further and further into the forest. In turn, the old man finds a copper mine, a silver mine and then a gold mine. Still the fakir insists. The old man is now comfortable for the first time in his life. He and his children are well provided for. But he goes further, and finds a diamond mine. Still the fakir calls him on, "Go further." The old man asks: "What could be better than diamonds?" And the fakir replies: "I am better than diamonds. Come." The old man does come, and from just sitting with the mystic he is filled with absolute peace and bliss. Yet even here the fakir insists: "Go further, go further. There is more." As Osho insists: "These verses of Daya are unique. They can bring a total revolution in your life. Daya says, 'A tiny spark of fire burns the greatest forest.' If even a tiny spark of these verses falls into you, your darkness will be completely destroyed." Come, come further. Anand Haridas and Sudha Joshi Remembering the divine, The serpent of time and the creepers of sorro Do not bother you. Hence, embrace the divine, says Daya, Leave the net of the world behind. Speak not to those who have no interest In remembering the divine. Open your heart to those Who are in love with the divine. The moment you utter the divine's name, All your sins fall away. O man, make the remembrance of the divine A refrain in your heart. Without this remembrance, With only man, man, man in your mind, In wretchedness will you weep and wail. In the grip of may a, Your mind will never be still. Until the strings are ready to play To become some evv tune, some new rhythm, One may pluck those strings ten thousand times But there will be no resonance. Until the black bee is drunk with nectar, Until a melody arises in its own heart, One may tease the bee a thousand times But there will be no humming. Until one awakens oneself with restlessness, Until the fire to act ignites itself, One may provoke a dead heart a hundred thousand times But there will be no answering roar. 3 Until the strings are ready to play To become some new tune, some new rhythm, One may pluck those strings ten thousand times But there will be no resonance. "J n enlightened mystic is one whose strings have been awak- • ened by the divine. An enlightened consciousness is one whose veena is no longer lying idle; the hand of the divine has touched it. To be an enlightened mystic means that the song this person was born to sing has burst forth, the fragrance that was hid den in this flower has been released to the winds. An enlightened consciousness means that you have become that which you were destined to be. And naturally, in the fulfillment of this destiny, there is supreme bliss. A seed is unhappy and in anguish as long as it is a seed. The anguish lies in the very fact of being a seed. To be a seed means you are meant to become something which you have not yet become. To be a seed means you are meant to blossom but you have not yet blos somed. A seed is meant to grow but it has not yet done so, it has not 4 REMEMBERING THE DIVINE yet fulfilled its potential. To be a seed means the waiting continues... the path is long, and you have not yet arrived at your destination. The enlightened mystic is a human being who has become what he was destined to become. He is no longer a seed, now he is a flower: a lotus with its thousand petals blossoming, blissful like a flower. What is the bliss of a flower? Now there is nothing left to become, there is no place left to go. The journey is over, the full stop has come. Now there is the possibility of being at peace - because when there is somewhere to go you are always restless, when there is something to be done, you must plan. As long as you have to become something, success and failure will be following you. Who knows whether you will succeed or not? Doubts and misapprehensions will surround you...a thousand things. The mind will remain wavering, the mind will not be stable. "Which path should I choose? How to avoid a mistake? The path I choose may turn out not to be a path at all. Will the path I am choosing be in harmony with my ultimate destiny or not?" So doubt lives and burns inside us, filling us with despair.

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