Page of Fire – Playfulness

Page of Fire – Playfulness

Life is rarely as serious as we believe it to be, and when we recognize this fact, it responds by giving us more and more opportunities to play.

The woman in this card is celebrating the joy of being alive, like a butterfly that has emerged from its chrysalis into the promise of the light. She reminds us of the time when we were children, discovering seashells on the beach or building castles in the sand without any concern that the waves might come and wash them away in the next moment. She knows that life is a game, and she’s playing the part of a clown right now with no sense of embarrassment or pretense.

When the Page of Fire enters your life, it is a sign that you are ready for the fresh and the new. Something wonderful is just on the horizon, and you have just the right quality of playful innocence and clarity to welcome it with open arms.

Osho’s Teachings

The moment you start seeing life as non-serious, a playfulness, all the burden on your heart disappears. All the fear of death, of life, of love – everything disappears. One starts living with a very light weight or almost no weight. So weightless one becomes, one can fly in the open sky.

Zen’s greatest contribution is to give you an alternative to the serious man. The serious man has made the world, the serious man has made all the religions. He has created all the philosophies, all the cultures, all the moralities; everything that exists around you is a creation of the serious man. Zen has dropped out of the serious world. It has created a world of its own which is very playful, full of laughter, where even great masters behave like children.

Osho Nansen: The Point of Departure Chapter 8


A coat of quotes and passing poetry

"Praising Praising Only one who has raised the lyre  Praising, that’s it! As one ordered to praise he emerged like the ore from the silent stone. 

His heart, O the transient wine-press, among mankind, of an inexhaustible wine. 

When the divine mode grips him, the voice in his mouth never fails.

All becomes vineyard, all becomes grape, grown riper in his feeling’s south. 

Neither the must in the tombs of the kings nor from the gods that a shadow falls, detracts at all from his praising. 

He’s a messenger, who always remains, still holding far through the doors of the dead a dish with fruit they can praise. 

Only one who has raised the lyre already, among the shades, may sense how to return the unending praise. 

Only one who, with the dead, ate of the poppy, theirs, from them, will not lose the slightest note ever again. 

Wish even the image in the pond that blurs for us, often: know the reflection. 

Only within the double sphere will the voices become kind, and eternal. 


Praising | Rainer Marie Rilke