Tears, The Language Of The Heart (Crying week in Osho Afroz's Octobre Mystic Rose)

Heads don'y cry. Yes, tears come out from the head, where eyes are located but really, it's the heart that cries, not the head. And we may not feel very comfortable about it, since the heart is naked when we are "in front of the mirror of the tears". So we have condemned them. We see somebody crying and we want to console him, take him away from that space. It makes us feel uncomfortable. Among all the stupid conditionings that we've created in our society it's the one that tries to cast away everything that has to do with feeling sad, grief, pain. No wonder why there is so much depression around, when we're conditioned to believe that we have to be happy and in order to be, that we have to suppress what ever has to do with "difficult" feelings. But there's no way we can feel happy or feel anything at all actually, if we don't allow ourselves to experience all the range of feelings there are.

In this beautiful transformative process, Osho's Mystic Rose meditative therapy, in this amazing space of Oshos Afroz, in Eressos, Lesvos, in this particurarly wonderfull time of the season, Octobre, when everything is magically calm, settling down to the roots, and specifically in the crying week of this process, I experienced this conditioning, as something that makes me hide from myself, as finding a numbness in my way to go deep in myself. And the beauty and wonder of this process, is that there's nothing to do about it no conclusion or judgment to make about it, nothing good or bad, it is just as it is. Only to stay present with it.

Tears can find their way to go deep and touch us in the core of our being. Heart is a transformer, it can take our pain or even that of all the world and transform it into love and compassion. And actually, tears don't nessecerily have to do with sadness. Tears flow when we are feeling overwhelmed with emotion. It can be sadness and grief as well as it can be joy, laughter, love, gratitude or anything else, in an overflowing volume. Whatever the feeling, it is the only language to unlock the path and mysteries of the heart, to take us to this truly human space where we are just being. ANd I'm gratefyl to have the oppotrunity to be in this space in Osho Afroz with the amazing presence of the fascilitators Unmata and Salim.

As the Sufi mystic poet, Rumi, said: ‘the wound is the place where the light enters you’.

“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.” – Osho

Hotei, Master Of Laughter (Osho Afroz's Mystic Rose in Octobre)

My name is Hotei. Not that it mattered to me. After I got enlightened I stopped using my mouth for words. Only laughter comes out of my mouth. I travel around my ancient Japan, from one village to another and I spread my light as laughter. People in the beginning they think I'm crazy. But noone really can resist a heartfelt belly laughter. Soon they roll in the ground laughing like children and in a glimpse of a moment they might realize that the real crazy is their world manufactured in seriousness. It was a long time ago that I walked this land. But because a deep laughter is one of the few-if not the only-ways to set the ego aside people still remember my name and my form. They depict me with a big belly and a laughing mouth, like the child nature that I reminded them to be. And then this Indian mystic, Osho, brought my spirit in his human scientific meditations that bring the contemporary people in contact with their true nature. In one of his meditative therapies, the Mystic Rose, the first of the three week process my pure laughings, laughing with and without a reason, are coming back. Laughing can reach to the deepest core of our being. Without laughing, one can't cry even. This is written at the last day of the laughing week, just before the crying week starts. With lots of love and deepest gratitude to Osho Afroz Buddha field for this amazing opportunity in the peacefull time of Octobre.