How much love and beauty can I handle?
In Nisarga I saw: there is no limit. I was touched to feel so close to nature and smell a taste of its simple perfection. Wherever I looked: love and beauty. Love and beauty. Again and again. Be it the red pinkish Himalaya mountaintops at sunset, Ma Neelam's eyes or the Kingfisher bird- bathing in the sun near the river. Be it a delicious palak paneer made by a smiling cook, the flower arrangement in the meditation hall or a belly laughter from one of the group participants.
I feel very blessed I was able to do the Mystic Rose Meditation in such a pulsating heart space, where everything and everybody supported the process to an extend beyond words. So much natural aliveness, so many juicy dances, so many silent sittings where Osho's presence felt touchable and alive. I am grateful that this place is happening, knowing the world needs more and more of it: Love and Beauty.
