Glimpses of a Golden Childhood

Talks given from 1984 Miscellaneous

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 28 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA Okay. This noise that you are making is enough to make anybody say okay. Thank you. Now I can really say okay. I was just listening again, not to Hari Prasad Chaurasia, but another flutist. In India the flute has two dimensions: one, the southern; the other, the northern. Hari Prasad Chaurasia was a northern flutist; I was listening to the polar opposite, the southern....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 29 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA The whole night the wind went on blowing in the trees. The sound was so beautiful that I played Pannalal Ghosh, one of the flutists that Pagal Baba had introduced to me. Just now too, I was playing his music, but he has a way of his own. His introduction is very long, so before Gudia called me it was still only the introduction....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 3 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA Again and again the miracle of the morning... the sun and the trees. The world is just like a snow flower: take it in your hand and it melts away. Nothing is left, just a wet hand. But if you see, just see, then a snow flower is as beautiful as any flower in the world....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 30 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA I was talking about Pagal Baba and the three flutists he introduced to me. It is still a beautiful memory, the way he introduced me to people – particularly to those who were accustomed to being received, respected and honored. The first thing he would say to them was, “Touch the feet of this boy....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 31 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA Pagal Baba, in his last days was always a little bit worried. I could see it, although he had not said anything, nor had anybody else mentioned it. Perhaps nobody else was even aware that he was worried. It was certainly not about his illness, old age, or his oncoming death; those were absolutely immaterial to the man....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 32 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA I have always wondered that something went right with me from the very beginning. Of course, there is no such phrase in any language. There is a phrase like “something going wrong,” but not “something going right,” but what can I do? It really has gone right from my very first breath – up to now at least, and I hope it won’t change....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 33 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA Okay. The other day I told you about Masto’s disappearance. I think he is still alive. In fact I know he is. In the East, this has been one of the most ancient ways, to disappear in the Himalayas before you die. To die in that beautiful part is richer than to live anywhere else; even dying there has something of the eternal....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 34 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA This morning I said a very abrupt goodbye to Masto, and I felt it the whole day. It simply cannot be done, at least in his case. It reminds me of when I was going to college and leaving my Nani after being so long together. Since my grandfather died and left her there had been no one in her life except me....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 35 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA Okay. I have heard Ravi Shankar play on the sitar. He has everything one can imagine: the personality of a singer, the mastery of his instrument, and the gift of innovation, which is rare in classical musicians. He is immensely interested in the new. He has played with Yehudi Menuhin. No other Indian sitar player would be ready to do it because no such thing has ever happened before....

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< Previous | Contents | Next > ‌CHAPTER 36 1984 in Lao Tzu House, Rajneeshpuram, USA Just now I was thinking of a story. I don’t know who created the story or why, and I don’t agree with his conclusions either, but I still love it. The story is simple. You may have heard it, but perhaps not understood it because it is so simple. Everybody thinks he understands simplicity. It’s a strange world....