The Persian mystic poet Rumi shares the essence of Sufi teachings in his mystical poems. The Italian mystic poet Dante's The Divine Comedy describes his travels through Hell and Heaven but at a deeper level, it represents he soul's journey towards God. The German mystic poet Goethe's Faust, a highly successful but dissatisfied scholar, exchanges his soul with the devil for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures.
The Indian mystic poet Kabir belongs to this pantheon of the world's greatest mystic poets and yet he is relatively unknown in the global village. This is due to the lack of English authoritative translations and commentaries on his works for around 600 years.
The enlightened master Osho has rectified this gap with no less than six books in English on Kabir's poems. Osho declares, "Kabir is one of the greatest mystics of the world.”
The emotion and devotion of Kabir is captured by Osho in these half a dozen books that have established Kabir on the world stage: Ecstasy -the Forgotten Language, The Fish in the Sea is not Thirsty, The Path of Love, The Divine Melody, The Guest, The Revolution and The Great Secret. What's more, all these original titles can be downloaded for free from the net.
These remarks were made by Swami Anand Kul Bhushan at the inauguration of Kabir Week at Osho World Galleria recently when a DVD of Osho's insights on Kabir were launched.
Kabir transcends India's major religions as he was born to Muslim parents but became a disciple of the Hindu bhakti saint Ramananda. Over 500 of his verses are part of Guru Granth Sahib, the holiest Sikh ure. He was a yogi and also a Sufi. Like a true Sufi, he remained a humble craftsman - a weaver. In India, he is perhaps the most quoted saint as his simple poems contain the most profound truths.
A devotional vocalist, Leepika Bhattaya sang Kabir's bhajans at the inauguration.
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Buddha Purnima & Mataji’s Mahaparinirvana Day Celebration
It is said that wherever Buddha would move, trees would bloom out of season, rivers would start flowing in the summer season when there was no water. Wherever Buddha would move there would be peace, silence, love, compassion, all around. Whenever there is a Buddha something mysterious starts happening. People start blooming out of season, joy spreads, great waves of joy. OSHO
Osho World galleria celebrated Buddha Purnima and Mahaparinirvana of Mataji (Osho’s mother) on May 17, (Tuesday) 2011 at Ansal Plaza with meditation and creativity.
Silence of Zen, a collection of paintings on Buddha created by Anusheh Hussain and a set of 5 DVDs on Osho’s lectures on The Dhammapada: The Way of the Buddha, was launched by artist Arpana Caur and writer-producer-director Rajiv Mehrotra on the evening of the celebration, followed by a kathak performance enacted from the life of Buddha by danseuse Astha Dixit.
Ma Amrit Saraswati, lovingly called Mataji was initiated into sannyas by Osho, a rare event when a mother becomes a disciple of her own son. Mataji shared during an interview:
“Bhagwan never gave any hint to the members of the family for them to take sannyas, so for each of us it has been a spontaneous event, born purely from our soul; it is difficult for me to narrate that experience, because although I know what happened to me, I will never be capable of describing it, not even now.” “I can say only that in that moment, when he placed the mala around my neck and bowed to my feet, I had the clear sensation that he was not longer my son but only my Master. Our primogenital relationship had ended, and now another relationship was taking place, the one between disciple and Master. He blessed me in that moment, and lifted my hand so that I could bless him too, and then it was all over; it was a sort of farewell between son and mother, and from now on another story was starting.”
It is a strange phenomenon. Very rarely does it happen that a mother comes to become a disciple of her own son.
When my mother came to be initiated by me, I touched her feet because she proved to be a rare mother. To bow down to your own son is really arduous and hard. It is almost impossible to touch the feet of your own son -- it needs great courage. It needs great risk to drop all your ego. I touched her feet not because she is my mother, I touched her feet because she dared! It is rare, happens only once in a while. And I touched her feet also for another thing: because after that she would not be my mother and I would not be her son. The account has to be closed as beautifully as possible. OSHO The Wisdom of the Sands, Vol-1, Ch-8
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