Queen of Water – Receptivity

Queen of Water - Receptivity

Receptivity represents the feminine, receptive quality of water and of the emotions. Her arms are extended upwards to receive, and she is completely immersed in the water.

She has no head, no busy and aggressive mind to hinder her pure receptivity. And as she is filled she is continuously emptying herself, overflowing, and receiving more. The lotus pattern or matrix that emerges from her represents the perfect harmony of the universe that becomes apparent when we are in tune with it.

The Queen of Water brings a time of unboundedness and gratitude for whatever life brings, without any expectations or demands. Neither duty or thought of merit or reward are important. Sensitivity, intuition and compassion are the qualities that shine forth now, dissolving all the obstacles that keep us separate from each other and from the whole.

Osho teachings

Listening is one of the basic secrets of entering into the temple of God. Listening means passivity. Listening means forgetting yourself completely–only then can you listen.

When you listen attentively to somebody, you forget yourself. If you cannot forget yourself, you never listen. If you are too self-conscious about yourself, you simply pretend that you are listening–you don’t listen. You may nod your head; you may sometimes say yes and no–but you are not listening.

When you listen you become just a passage, a passivity, a receptivity, a womb: you become feminine. And to arrive one has to become feminine. You cannot reach God as aggressive invaders, conquerors. You can reach God only…or it will be better to say; God can reach you only when you are receptive, a feminine receptivity. When you become yin, a receptivity, the door is open. And you wait. Listening is the art for becoming passive.

Osho A Sudden Clash of Thunder, Chapter 5


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