The journey is the reward. Just the drive to Osho Nisarga, through India's colorful plains and spectacular Himalayan mountains with its flowing streams and verdant valleys, with Osho's music playing in the car, is reward itself.
But first I have to heed the call. And when the call comes, then there is no stopping, no looking back. It could just be the wind-chimes in the trees calling, or the gurgling stream next to my cottage, or the birds chirping, or even the gentle breeze rustling in the trees.
There is something about letting out everything in Osho Dynamic meditation at dawn in the mountains. As if those 'hoos' are too puny, too insignificant, in the tremendous silence of the valleys far away. The cold marble floor in the evening white-robe meditation, perfect for that alertness.
And then there is food. Organic, healthy, simple, yet exotic. Amid a growing band of meditators huddled together over artsy tables chatting quietly among themselves, or the lone seeker under the delightful shade of a tree in those great outdoors.
Under the clear, mountain skies, the stars sparkle their lights like faraway lanterns, while the evening melts into celebrations and dances, like a wild tribe time has forgotten.
From the fire of stars,
turning in,
until who you are
comes dancing.
Discovering yourself is the path, but who knew the path itself could be so beautiful, so full of celebration.
