King of Air / Clouds - Control
There is a time and a place for control, but if we put it in charge of our lives we end up totally rigid. The figure is encased in the angles of pyramid shapes that surround him. Light glitters and glints off his shiny surfaces, but does not penetrate. It’s as if he is almost mummified inside this structure he’s built up around himself. His fists are clenched and his stare is blank, almost blind. The lower part of his body beneath the table is a knife point, a cutting edge that divides and separates. His world is ordered and perfect, but it is not alive – he cannot allow any spontaneity or vulnerability to enter it.
The image of the King of Clouds reminds us to take a deep breath, loosen our neckties and take it easy. If mistakes happen, it’s okay. If things get a little out of hand, it’s probably just what the doctor ordered. There is much, much more to life than being “on top of things.”
Controlled persons are always nervous because deep down turmoil is still hidden. If you are uncontrolled, flowing, alive, then you are not nervous. There is no question of being nervous – whatsoever happens, happens. You have no expectations for the future, you are not performing. Then why should you be nervous?
To control that mind, one has to remain so cold and frozen that no life energy is allowed to move into your limbs, into your body. If energy is allowed to move, those repressions will surface. That’s why people have learned how to be cold, how to touch others and yet not touch them, how to see people and yet not see them. People live with clichés – “Hallo. How are you?” Nobody means anything. These are just to avoid the real encounter of two persons. People don’t look into each other’s eyes, they don’t hold hands, they don’t try to feel each other’s energy, they don’t allow each other to pour – very afraid, somehow just managing, cold and dead, in a straitjacket.
Osho Dang Dang Doko Dang Chapter 5
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
Artwork : Self-potrait by Pablo Picasso.
"How like an Angel came I down! How bright are all things here!
When first among His works I did appear,
O how their Glory me did crown!
The world resembled his Eternity, In which my soul did walk;
And every thing that I did see Did with me talk.
The skies in their magnificence, The lively, lovely air,
Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair!
The stars did entertain my sense,
And all the works of God, so bright and pure,
So rich and great did seem,
As if they ever must endure In my esteem.""
Esteem | Thomas Traherne