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 Swami Deva Rashid's life started when he took sannyas in 1977. In Poona One he worked as Osho's vegetable gardener. On the Ranch he spent a lot of time in the Pot-Washing room and the Fire Tower. In Poona Two, till the Master left the body, he was that body Guard, an editor and all jobs in between. Now he lives in Devon, England with Nisheetha, keeps bees, designs buildings and landscapes for sacred use, has published two volumes of poetry, written a book about the pathless path we all are treading and hangs out with a tribe of grandchildren. And mostly, by choice, he does a lot of nothing.
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Below the bridge at Eggesford
the water from the waterfall
wells up
and spreads
into itself
Like in the early morning
when you’re sitting in the bed
and night-time silence
spreads
into your inner self
Inspiration leaps
like salmon
returning
from
an unknown realm
The First Great Western London-bound express bores
through time and space
while salmon leap and
rashid’s being spreads
into itself.
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