Free-II.

January 20, 2013 § 21 Comments

I slit my wrist, tear out my nail and burn the lamp.

I melt my flesh, swallow my tears and turn em into words.

I pierce my soul, dip in my finger and write.

 

The winds blow out the lamp.

The tears murder the words.

The soul dissolves.

 

But, i am indestructible.

Am i not the one who is free?

Zen- IV.

August 26, 2012 § 35 Comments

When you say, “it is a beautiful rose”, you are classifying it. And no rose can be classified because all roses are so unique and so individual that classification is just not possible. Don’t give it a class, don’t pigeonhole it, don’t put it in a box. Enjoy its beauty, enjoy its color, enjoy its dance. Just be there. Don’t say anything. Watch. Be in mo chao, a silent, serene reflection. Just reflect. Let the rose flower reflect in you; you be a mirror.

~Osho.

Zen-III.

August 5, 2012 § 10 Comments

Everybody seems to be so certain of himself except me. Everybody seems to be so well-defined except me. I remain very undefined, I remain kind of ambiguous. I don’t know exactly where I am or what I am or what I am not. I don’t know how to define the self and the other. I don’t know where “I” and “thou” can be separated.

~Lao Tzu.

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