My son's legs are solid as pestles 
and runic stones, 
as tapered as larch trees. 
I delight in the perfection of his legs. 
It's for him that our ancestors 
reared up and stuttered across the plains. 
For him that those on two legs 
slowly straightened their spines 
and rolled back Promethean shoulders. 
So that my son can walk through the house 
in his underwear when he should be sleeping. 
So that I can turn him out of my room 
on his glorious legs— 
no firebird's golden feathers more precious 
than those corn cob thighs. 
No seraphims' burning wings more glorious 
than those calves unbloomed with veins.
And those wide, always dirty feet, 
that run when they should walk. 
Twinned staffs, swords, thunderbolts!

The final chapter of Osho has been the best; the rest falls away in insignificance. This was the part I was supposed to read. It made me smile knowing I am on my way to intuition, that so much of this already makes sense. There is no destination in life - only the journey - Osho teaches us that there's direction and direction is good but a destination is not. I get caught up with my friends' destinations, their illusions, but that's all they are - destinations to create a future that noone can secure.

I just scribbled down this note never to the 'afterword' destination, partly for me, partly for Julia who I hope to give the book onto.

Have direction, make the most of everyday, be joyful, follow your inner guide and remember there's no destination, only a journey.

.....

A destination is a clear-cut thing: direction is intuitive. A destination is something outside of you, more like a thing. A direction is an inner feeling, not an object, can feel direction, you cannot know it. Destination is in the future. Once decided, you start manipulating your life toward it, steering your life toward it.
How can you decide the future? Who are you to decide the unknown? How is it possible to fix the future. By fixing your a destination your future is no longer a future because it is no longer open.

You cannot decide direction, you can only live this moment that is available to you. By living it, direction arises.  Destination is fixed by the mind; direction is earned by living.
Direction? - one simply lives the moment in deep trust that life will decide. One lives this moment so totally that out of this totality a freshness is born. Out of this totality the past dissolves and the future starts taking shape. But this shape is not given by you, this shape is earned by you.

Yes, a map is not needed; great passion, great desire to discover, is needed. Then I leave you alone. Then you go on your own. Move into the vast, into the infinite, and by and by, learn to trust it.

Leave yourself in the hands of life.

Because this moment, this is it. It may be life, it may be death; it may be success, it may be failure, it may be happiness, it may be unhappiness.

Each moment....this is it.

Mind blowing. It took the whole book, I couldnt connect with it at all, the parables didnt move me, didnt seem relevant then he leaves with this. The key to life. 

I still can't distinguish the difference between my inner fear (my mind) and my inner guide but I do have faith in life taking us where we need to go, giving us lessons we need to learn, experiences we need to live, mistakes we have to make, love we need to feel, sadness we cannot fathom, time alone, time with friends - encounters with guides, soul mates. Knowing there is a reason, that makes it all so much easier. Some call it destiny, I'm not sure that is what it is, but it's faith that everything happens for a reason, and if we listen to our hearts and follow that, we can never go wrong. It doesnt mean life wont be hard, but it gives me faith that what I face and what happens is for a higher good and reason and I can get through it.

whenever you really feel something in your heart, it immediately transforms you, it becomes action.

The real feeling is involvement, committment. It is action,

One can never go against one's heart.
When you speak from the heart no action is needed

Intuition is to be in tune with oneself, totally in tune with oneself.

Once you fight with somebody, by and by you have to use the same techniques and the same ways. Then the enemy may be defeated, but by the time he defeated you have become your own enemy.

The world understands the mathematics of language, not of love.

There are many things that cannot be proved logically... love is- nobody has ever been able to prove what it is or what it is not - love is, love is.

Intelligence is the capacity to respond moment to moment to life as it happens. not according to a program.

si la vida te da limones, hay que hacer limonada

They're chaste, chasing each other —
one wing in the future, one in the past.

Robins in Love

Branched like an artery,
the dying oak leafs out
with February robins.
This is their layover month,

down to the Keys and back.
True snowbirds!
A man with a .45 and a measured eye
could pick them off one by one,

or sketch them — but why bother?
Imagination is enough,
like that bed you might
have shared with someone else.

They're chaste, chasing each other —
one wing in the future, one in the past.

“a single death is a tragedy, but the death of millions is a statistic”