Osho World Online Magazine :: July 2012
An Offering of Love
Is that a Primrose? By Swami Deva Rashid

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.

This morning
                    dropping down
                                            through the woods
                                                                          I feel the annual surge
Of life returning

Snowdrops stand immaculate
                                               across the rufous litter of the leaves
A chaffinch is exhilarating
                                        high up in a sky-washed oak
The newly-minted air
                                 teems with spring
                                                             quickening my feet
                                                                                           rising in my legs

I mention this because its been a long damp winter; damp days
seeping into sodden, mildewed observations of our politicians and
priests in purple suede and maggot generals dying of corrupted
spleens while pink, serious men in global corporations set about
accelerating global warming.

I think
What if we lose
The benevolence of spring?
What if we lose
Our sense that feels it?

What if the sunrise goes unnoticed?
- a glare on the windscreen –
What if chaffinches are eradicated?
- Disturbers of the peace –
(warplanes are okay though)
What if grass is banned?
- For harbouring destructive vermin –

What I answer is; since when has mankind been in charge anyway?
The fact we do all this to the oceans and the forests and the soil and
the air must be evidence enough that we are not in charge. So then
we are just part of a process – a germ on a tick on a flea on a frog…

Is that a primrose?

Rashid Maxwell
Life is one Blessed thing after another

Osho World Online Magazine :: July 2012
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