Osho at his best: Old age

"Unless you accept everything that life brings to you with gratefulness,
You are missing the point. Childhood was beautiful; Youth has its own flowers;
Old age has its own peaks of consciousness. But the trouble is that childhood comes its own; for old age, you have to be very creative.

Old age is your own creation. It can be a misery, it can be a celebration; it can simply be despair and it can also be a dance. It all depends how deeply ready you are to accept existence, whatsoever it brings. One day it will bring death too – accept it with gratitude."

Thanks to B who forced and inspired to read Osho’s ‘The Book of Woman’. Today after almost an year I open this book.
(a compilation by Ma Deva Sarito, published by Penguine Books India,2002, ISBN 10987654)

The children we always are ….

All our childhood stories end with ‘ they lived happily ever after…..’
All our life we search for this fairy tale ending.

Like Cinderella, we wait in the kitchen for a guy
With the right shoe…
Snow white is given the message that if she waits long enough,
her prince will come.

For women, the magic is in the waiting for the right man.
For men, it is in the endless search for the right women.

We should outgrow the literal to the real.
But wounded children refuse to grow up.
We all are wounded, whether you agree or not.
We need to be healed.

The question is…..
Will we aid each other to heal…
Together we break apart
Together we mend again...