Good morning
Osho on judging others….
That others judge me,
it is because we cannot see the empty mirror, because we cannot see ourselves as an empty mirror.
I remember suffering very much from this.
I once wrote a poem in Amsterdam in the 1980s.
Italian glasses
Through your eyes: a squirter, a drinker
Change I do all the time,
faster forward
The lee of pioneering
cloaked me in sorrow.
The chaos explained a whole lot
The violence went on the run
For the uncertainty into which I lapsed
Months, years I waited
And thought again and again and occasionally
laughed.
Through your eyes: photogenic,
a plaything
Stood still at the movement around me.
Flying through the boundaries and
Seeing that becoming wiser is life.
Life fatigue explained a whole lot
Uncertainty goes its own way
Right through sadness
Laughing, waiting, thinking
In a flash I know what it is.
Through your eyes: fanatic, a stimulator
Born agile
always remained
Experiences have made me familiar
With the other emotions out there.
Life gives what remains.
and uncertainty takes the form of beauty
alive, divine in every cell….
End 2023
Now I read this poem again.
Realizing that since Osho came into my life, I started everything all over again.
Because I was becoming more consciously aware. Because I could begin to see consciously, my own judgments, my own inaccessibilities.
Yes and that this road was even harder as the unconscious road before.
But now gratitude has arisen….
That feeling in the body, light, warm, high…. cool….
danke danke danke…
for this moved life.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version) from dutch