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Issue 6
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Letters from the Master
Love.
When the moon lifts into the sky watch it, be
absorbed by it -- forget everything else, including
yourself!
Only then will you come to know the music that has
no sound
When the morning sun rises bow town to the earth
ant lose yourself in homage to it.
Only then will you know of the music that is not
made by man.
When the trees burst into flowers, like a flower,
dance with them in the breeze.
Only then will you hear the music that lives in
one's innermost self.
He who knows this music knows life too -- its song
is another word for God.
Osho
A Cup of Tea
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