The wisdom of Osho
poem by:
Peter Duggan
Written
on Jan 06, 2014
The other day I read a book By a mystic, name of Osho I read a lot of stuff by him He has helped me to grow He lived in a place called Poona Where he helped a lot of guys To get rid of their foolishness And so to make them wise. He raised a question in this book About the clever art of science It seems they learn a lot of things But never about the silence That habitats the world within That’s there in all of us It seems it has no real importance To them, not worth the fuss. It seems to me this world’s a mess Cause no one looks within Each one it seems lives in the mind All filled with useless din Until we learn to look within The wars will just go on And greed will be the thing that rules Until this world is gone No one seems to care at all Though most, they say they do They say ‘I know’ yet really don’t They haven’t got a clue The wise, they bring this wisdom to us But science does not care And it’s because this be the case There’s carnage everywhere. 7 January 2014 @ 1200hrs
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greg woods commented:
Nice, I've found that if you try to tell somebody something wise they often quickly forget, but put it into rhyme and it tends to be remembered.
