ONE HUNDRED TALES FOR TEN THOUSAND BUDDHAS
by Ma Dharm Jyoti
Tale 42
Osho decides to speak
in the living room of His cottage every morning and evening. As there is
only one bathroom I get up early to take my shower and then get the bathroom
ready for Him. In the living room I have a mattress on the floor
which I sleep on during the night, and in the morning I fold it up
and cover it with a white sheet and keep some pillows to make a comfortable
seat for Osho to sit on while speaking. During discourse, I
sit near Him with my little cassette recorder. Friends are allowed
to ask questions during discourse. It is more like an intimate dialogue
than a discourse. Every day He is taking us deeper into the mystery of
existence. I am listening to Him and at the same time watching the recording
indicator needles moving, giving me the signal of the volume. When one
side of the tape is about to finish I slowly press the stop button and
I observe Osho stops speaking till the recorder is on again.
I appreciate His
concern about every little thing. In the morning He asks me if I slept
well in the night. I don’t find any words to express my gratitude to Him
for allowing me to sleep on the same mattress on which He sits twice a
day for nearly two hours at a time.
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