Completion, the Universe finding wholeness.

 Completion

Here the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle is being put into its place, the position of the third eye, the place of inner perception. Even in the ever-changing flow of life there are moments in which we come to a point of completion. In these moments we are able to perceive the whole picture, the composite of all the small pieces that have occupied our attention for so long. In the finishing, we can either be in despair because we don’t want the situation to come to an end, or we can be grateful and accepting of the fact that life is full of endings and new beginnings.

Whatever has been absorbing your time and energy is now coming to an end. In completing it, you will be clearing the space for something new to begin. Use this interval to celebrate both–the end of the old and the coming of the new.

Osho’s Teachings

This is the way of Zen, not to say things to their completion. This has to be understood; it is a very important methodology. Not to say everything means to give an opportunity to the listener to complete it. All answers are incomplete. The master has only given you a direction… By the time you reach the limit, you will know what is going to remain.

This way, if somebody is trying to understand Zen intellectually he will fail. It is not an answer to the question but something more than the answer. It is indicating the very reality….

The buddha nature is not something far away–your very consciousness is buddha nature. And your consciousness can witness these things which constitute the world.

The world will end but the mirror will remain, mirroring nothing.

Osho Joshu: The Lion’s Roar, Chapter 5

 

A coat of quotes and passing poetry

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Knock knock knocking to adore.Knock knock. happy to

I’d wrap a rhyme into a song obscured.

Singing vision, crooning ever-glow. 

Like a breath of fresh air, ascending the shared tapestry of inner-most cores and care. 

Intimacy the journey in repair. Words for paradigm mentioned to dimensional fare. 

Fair and farther still. Adorable is ringing, outstanding still I await. 

If I translated the falling of rain, the patter would still just be beats to a letter, affection in remain and again in the latter. 

The simple resamples into a mystery until the complex begins to unravel. 

To avail and travail, a surge emerges travelled within.

Profound in itself, a beacon in the light of another. 

To drop the word, and pick up the spotlight. 

A door creaks only momentarily keyed to groove. 

To delight in your sunshine. 

An evening to aid the odd ode in serenade. 

Good evenings’ to remember, the dawn in the yawn, to dance instead. 

The golden light in your magic hours in glimpse. 

And since.

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Knock knock adore | Adorable ringing