i murmured to them
yes just become still and silent…close your eyes and go in
i had four personal bodyguards all for myself

it was strange for them
uncomfortable suddenly seeing my humour and my jokes
they felt like disciples sitting around me
and looking silly got up and left me alone
leaving only one guard throughout till the end of the discourse
i closed my eyes and remained silent drinking every drop of bhagwan

discourse over…the dance began…i started dancing
the guard looking and smiling
what a crazy guy i was
innocent and crazy

the discourse over
hundreds of sanyasins passed by the sunderban hotel
all peeping over the fence to see who i was
oh it is that bhagwan the 2nd wannabe crazy guy who was shouting

i heard that a meeting was held with the guards and management
immediately thereafter i was sent a message
that i was to be allowed in and was not to be banned
that bhagwan had said…the lions roar

the guard who gave me this message was surprised
that they allowed me in…totally absurd

i realised i was going to be looked at even more by everyone
i had enough of staring and daily judgements of thousands of sannyasins

i simply bowed deeply to bhagwan
packed my bag and left that same day

this was not my place…not my space…too much control
the crowd against an individual

i was to move on…bhagwan or no bhagwan…truth or no truth

i am not a puppet on a string
i do not go in like a puppet when allowed in
i do not keep silent like a puppet when banned

i had my own freedom…my own birth…my own life…my own birthright

if it was to be it was to be
if not then so be it

qué será será

haiku rajneesh 1986

beyond the beyond
within
why sigh for the moon ?

look within
lo behold
a gaze upon the moon !

dark clouds
drifting into nightfall
dissolve !

full moon night
descends darkness
clouds floating on silver !!

as time seems to slip quietly by
an ageless age whispers through
immortality
is the only truth
one could know

that silence and stillness
of an opening bud
in the early misty morning dew

innocent
to the beauty of
it’s crimson red
unfolding gently
captivating
the very heart
of timelessness