9 of Air – Sorrow

Nine of Air / Clouds - Sorrow

The image is of Ananda, the cousin and disciple of Gautam Buddha. He was at Buddha’s side constantly, attending to his every need for forty-two years. When Buddha died, the story is told that Ananda was still at his side, weeping. The other disciples chastised him for his misunderstanding: Buddha had died absolutely fulfilled; he should be rejoicing. But Ananda said, “You misunderstand. I’m weeping not for him but for myself, because for all these years I have been constantly at his side but I have still not attained.” Ananda stayed awake for the whole night, meditating deeply and feeling his pain and sorrow. By the morning, it is said, he was enlightened. Times of great sorrow have the potential to be times of great transformation. But in order for transformation to happen we must go deep, to the very roots of our pain, and experience it as it is, without blame or self-pity.

Osho’s Teachings

This pain is not to make you sad, remember. That’s where people go on missing This

pain is just to make you more alert–because people become alert only when the arrow goes deep into their heart and wounds them. Otherwise they don’t become alert. When life is easy, comfortable, convenient, who cares? Who bothers to become alert? When a friend dies, there is a possibility. When your woman leaves you alone–those dark nights, you are lonely. You have loved that woman so much and you have staked all, and then suddenly one day she is gone. Crying in your loneliness, those are the occasions when, if you use them, you can become aware. The arrow is hurting: it can be used. The pain is not to make you miserable, the pain is to make you more aware! And when you are aware, misery disappears.

Osho Take it Easy, Volume 2 Chapter 12


A coat of quotes and passing poetry


Why thus longing, thus forever sighing 

For the far off, unattained, and dim, 

While the beautiful, all round thee lying, 

Offers up its low perpetual hymn? 


Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching, All thy restless yearnings it would still; Leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching.

Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill. 

Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee 

Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw,

If no silken cord of love hath bound thee.

To some little world through weal and woe; 

If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten, — No fond voices answer to thine own; 

If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten 

By daily sympathy and gentle tone. 

Not by deeds that win the crowd's applauses, Not by works that gain thee world-renown, 

Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown. 

Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely, 

Every day a rich reward will give; 

Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only, 

And truly loving, thou canst truly live. 

Dost thou revel in the rosy morning, 

When all nature hails the Lord of light, 

And his smile, the mountain-tops adorning, 

Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright? 

Other hands may grasp the field and forest, 

Proud proprietors in pomp may shine; 

But with fervent love if thou adorest, Thou art wealthier,—all the world is thine. 

Yet if through earth's wide domains thou rovest, 

Sighing that they are not thine alone. 

Not those fair fields, but thyself thou lovest, 

And their beauty and thy wealth are gone. 

Nature wears the color of the spirit; 

Sweetly to her worshipper she sings; 

All the glow, the grace she doth inherit, 

Round her trusting child she fondly flings. 


Why thus longing | Harriet Winslow Sewall