Queen of Air – Morality

Queen of Air / Clouds - Morality

Morality has restricted all the juice and energy of life to the narrow confines of this woman’s mind. It can’t flow there, so she really has become ‘a dried up old prune.’ Her whole manner is very proper and stiff and severe, and she is always ready to see every situation as black and white, like the jewel she wears around her neck.

The Queen of Clouds lurks in the minds of all of us who have been brought up with rigid ideas of good and bad, sinful and virtuous, acceptable and unacceptable, moral and immoral. It’s important to remember that all these judgments of the mind are just products of our conditioning. And whether our judgments are applied to ourselves or to others, they keep us from experiencing the beauty and godliness that lies within. Only when we break through the cage of our conditioning and reach the truth of our own hearts can we begin to see life as it really is.

Osho’s Teachings

Bodhidharma … far transcends moralists, puritans, so-called good people, do-gooders. He has touched the very rock bottom of the problem. Unless awareness arises in you, all your morality is bogus, all your culture is simply a thin layer which can be destroyed by anybody. But once your morality has come out of your awareness, not out of a certain discipline, then it is a totally different matter. Then you will respond in every situation out of your awareness. And whatever you do will be good.

Awareness cannot do anything that is bad. That is the ultimate beauty of awareness, that anything that comes out of it is simply beautiful, is simply right, and without any effort and without any practice. So rather than cutting the leaves and the branches, cut the root. And to cut the root there is no other method than a single method: the method of being alert, of being aware, of being conscious.

Osho Bodhidharma, The Greatest Zen Master Chapter 15


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