99 Quotes by Milarepa

When Osho left Uruguay, because it all happened very suddenly, there were a handful of pending discourse questions on Maneesha's clipboard, and a few of them were mine.

Seeing [Osho] laugh would just melt my heart. I would ask him things like "Beloved Master, are you just pulling my big toe?" and he would laugh and then proceed to give the most amazing answer, one that always seemed to perfectly suit the occasion. And at the same time find its mark in me!

Towards the end of our stay in Uruguay, Osho had started choosing questions of mine that had a humorous potential, ones he could use to make everyone - including himself! - laugh. In the first few weeks after I arrived, the tone of his discourses was quite serious: a lot of politics and talk about the world situation and so on. It provoked my mischievous side, so I would try to provoke him as well - and that divine smile of his - with my questions.

Osho sat for a minute, then smiled and said unless we had questions for him, there was no reason to speak. He said for us to take it as a game, to write questions even if they didn't feel like our own, because someday someone might benefit from our asking. And to remember that our questions were creating the opportunity for him to be with us and to share his being. And that although the real transmission happens in silence, we still need the discourses to create a context for this.

Osho returned to India and stayed in Bombay for about three months. It was a transitional time. But Osho, never one to miss a beat, resumed the discourses a few days after arriving back in India.

In his own country, [Osho] suddenly seemed safe from the international, political attempts to harass him.

I like to think I have matured since those intimate times in Uruguay.

Osho would do mischievous things like sign my name to someone else's question. Or take my question and sign it with someone else's name! Sometimes he would laugh just hearing my name read. At other times, he would appear stern and administer a 'hit'. I could never predict what he was going to do, nor how he would react. Want some advice? Never try to second-guess the master.

By late 1989, the Commune was flowering again in all dimensions. Like a rainbow.