buddhas disciple mahakashyap

always remained silent and mysterious
one morning buddha appeared smiling silently carrying a rose

the unknown mahakashyap sitting silently under a tree
suddenly burst out laughing loudly

all the disciples looking around to see mahakashyap
sitting under a tree…he had never spoken and was forgotten

buddha smiled and gave the rose to mahakashyap

the mysterious transmission to a nobody ness

i have never asked a single question of osho…never received an answer

i have never met osho
i am an unknown disciple
with only one quality
of pure awareness…total stillness…deep silence

i stand alone…still and silent

the world of osho moves on
pretending nothing has happened…this is simply absurd
hide the shock and become zen like

the stark sign…at the gateless gate

isness as usual

whom are you kidding

totally aware of the herculean responsibilities i now have
totally aware of the immensity of what i have seen
i walk about completely dazed with tearful eyes
tears raining down my face
day after day…night after night

hugging and crying upon each shoulder i can find
nothing divides us now
we are one

these moments are moments which will remain forever
life after life…forever in our hearts

many loving sannyasins walk around shell shocked…in tears
stumbling in the dark…groping to find some way to move on

they announce…osho said

i leave you my dream

but the dream is really over…you must awaken now

who knows of the mysterious beyond
where is the living mystery school

where is his sacred astral body
who knows

the zen like sannyasins just go into their hard shells
and protect against this stark reality

master of masters osho is no longer physically available
no longer there for our outstretched arms
to cuddle us each evening with his tales of wisdom and his songs of love

we have missed this momentous opportunity
perhaps the white swan has flown

osho declares
his secret seal and ultimate koan
to the invisible
forever truth and present

never speak of me in the past

revealing himself to the one eyed seer
i see his white wings and his graceful floating form

there is more…there is more…move on…move on
go deeper and dive into deeper shores
one must leave this shore for the other shore
move on move on move on

this too shall pass