how will the master thief steal the biggest diamond the kohinoor
in broad daylight and in open view

the decoys have worked…bhagwans target still sitting
the music raises tempo into crescendo…his hands flying

bhagwan looks at me like an eagle from the sky…deeply penetrating
i knew my time has come

i am pointed to
i freeze

i stand slowly…unmoving…very slowly take a step forward
i am frozen and cannot take even a single step
each step is heavy like lead…each step slow and timeless

he looks at me
eyes open focused and ferocious like bodhidharma

the whole sky is descending and the earth is heavy with a forceful grip
i walk slowly towards him…just 3 metres…the gap is close

time has completely frozen into slow motion
everything buzzing into a deep stillness

i disappear
the sky pours heavily upon me
the diamond rushing heavily downwards into my crown

in the dark undetected…yet in the open broad daylight
an unravelled paradox to be forgotten

the greatest secret kept alive

the secret transmission of the sacred lamp

i am aware of everything that would soon begin to happen
it is bhagwans wish…he is my master
all is seen by me…i remain silent

16 january
bhagwan appears for the last time to sit in meditation
he has become extremely weak and losing balance while entering
sitting in deep meditation…moving in a weak manner and distant

17 january
bhagwan slowly walks on the podium
smiling and twinkling eyes…a distant look into the horizon
namaste each direction slowly slowly for eternity
his last namaste to be
 

18 january
bhagwan remains in his room in deep samadhi


19 january 1990
all gathering in the buddha hall are told bhagwan has left his body
that his body is to be brought to buddha hall
and taken to the burning ghat in an hour
 

bhagwan known as osho

says
my presence here will be many times greater
remind my people that they will feel me much more
they will know immediately
never speak of me in the past tense

the last dance

his caravanserai of disciples dancing carrying his flame of love

tears and tears flooding my face
there is no return now…it is now too late

the greatest swan has flown

shock and pain and tears
utter shock and deep pain and tears upon tears

we all dance towards the burning ghats
singing songs of bhagwan…tears falling from every eye

of all the greatest battles ever fought
love has perished to create more love

immense pain to see the flames rise
his gathering flames of disciples
his lovers dancing

pure fire of his love spreading into all

dissolved

where love surrenders
to yield to greater love
which is a secret
of love itself

perhaps the dying
will awaken the living