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28 April, 2009

The Song of Buddha

I am a farmer

I sowed some seeds

They sprouted and now Flowers have bloomed to them

My whole life is filled with the Fragrance

This Fragrance put me in a different world

A new birth is blessed to me!

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(photo: lalupate)

 

Now I am no longer that I used to be

The unseen and the unknown have open their doors

I am seeing a world which is not seen through the eyes

I am hearing music which ears can not hear.

 

Whatsoever I have found and known is eager to flow

Just as the mountain waterfalls and springs

Which flow and rush towards the ocean.

 

Remember, when the clouds are full,

They have to shower

And when the flowers are filled,

They have to release fragrance to the winds

And when a lamp is lit,

The light is bound to radiate.

 

Something like this has happened

The winds are carrying away some seeds from me

I have no idea in what fields they will land

But I know from the seeds like these

I have attained the Flowers of life

Which are so divine and immortal.

 

And in whatever field they land,

The very soil there will turn into these Flowers

Just as flowers are inherent in the soil
In death is hidden the immortal

And in death is life

But in the absence of seeds

The dream of the soil remains unfulfilled

The seeds make manifest which was hidden.

 

Whatever I have, whatever I am,

I want to give away as seeds of divine

What is attained in knowledge-knowing,

Love gives away in abundance

In knowing, one knows God

In love, one BECOMES God

Knowledge is the Discipline,

Love is the fulfillment.

 

---- Inspired by, from and dedicated to Seeds of the Wisdom (Osho)

 

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