I am giving you
new meditation. Since Gautam Buddha, not a single new meditation has been
evolved. This meditation will be the preface for the coming series on Zen.
Zen means your very essence, your very being.
I have talked about the meditation, and a group of people have done it for twenty-one days, but all of you have not been participants. In the beginning of this series, be a participant in this meditation called Mystic Rose.
All are designed for a particular purpose: to bring out all the poison from your being that has been injected by every generation for centuries.
One of the great writers,
Cousins, has just now written of
his life-long experiment: that if he laughs for twenty minutes without any
reason, all his tensions disappear. His consciousness grows, the dust
You will see it yourself; if you can laugh without any reason, you will see something repressed within you... From your very childhood you have been told not to laugh - "Be serious!" You have to come out of that repressive conditioning.
Tears have been repressed even more deeply. It has been told to us that tears
are a symptom of weakness - they are not. Tears can cleanse not only your eyes,
but your heart too. They soften you, it is a biological strategy to keep you
clean, to keep you unburdened. It is now a well-known fact that less women go
mad than men. And the reason has been found to be that women can cry and weep
more easily than men. Even to the small child it is said, "Be a man, don't cry
like a woman!"
But if you look at the physiology of your body, you have the same glands full of tears whether you are man or woman. It has been found that less women commit suicide than men. And of course, no woman in history has been the cause of founding violent religions, wars, massacres. If the whole world can learn to cry and weep again it will be a tremendous transformation, a metamorphosis.
I have called it ′The Watcher on the Hills′. Become as silent as if you are alone on the top of an Himalayan peak, utterly silent and alone, just watching, listening... sensitive, but still.(Osho - This, This, A Thousand Times This: The Very Essence of Zen #1)