1 Long ago and far away, in a forgotten land called Dragony, there lived the dragons. They were a peaceful folk and serene, not much given to travel, passing the time of their long lives in the practice of their two great passions. The...
This is my contribution to the many ongoing discussions on how to bring awareness to the risks of COVID-19 and the actions needed to keep us all healthy. I am not trying to convince anyone to take the same position as mine, nor increase divisions;...
This is my contribution to the many ongoing discussions on how to bring awareness to the risks of COVID-19 and the actions needed to keep us all healthy. I am not trying to convince anyone to take the same position as mine, nor increase divisions;...
A warm spring night in New Delhi, April 1979. Iâm seated on carpets under a cavernous and brightly-coloured marquee set up in a park. Around me a no-less brightly-coloured crowd eats fried snacks, attends to straggling infants and periodically calls out approval to some particularly...
âLove is beautiful, but changing. It is beautiful but cannot be relied upon; today it is there, tomorrow it is gone. It is more juicy than trust, more natural than trust, but trust is a higher quality.â Osho, The Path of the Mystic, Talk #33...
Strung like pearls along the thread on one womanâs extraordinary life are insights into the fundamental questions of our age: what can bring us early twenty-first century humans, enmeshed in destruction of our planetary home, in wars and strife, back to an understanding of our...
How did it all begin, this abiding connection of mine with India that by now has lasted for almost half a century? My earliest hint of it was an old yellow hardcover book âA Guide to Fourteen Asiatic Languagesâ inexplicably discovered on my parents...
âLong easy minutes, surrounded by my creatures Nestled in the warm oak Surrounded by the night air Endless air, fresh lying on endless fields Natureâs excess, bounded by manâs needs Ancient pattern of stone on soil Stream on slope, damp on leaf Set the scene...
In the autumn of 1970, at the age of fifteen I wrote this: âStephen Dunster, being of sound mind, doth hereby his future life, whatever it be worth, to the furthering of beauty, peace and love unto the far corners of the Earth.â How did...
Being a fable that came to me in 1991 during Mystic Rose silent sitting in Lao Tsu Walkway, Osho International Meditation Resort, Pune, India Illustrations by Chinmaya Dunster Frontispiece: âOld-Saw-Herselfâ, together with a tiny portrait of the Fire Man. Endpiece: In the Land of the...
