one sky music
November 30, 2018

I played this Ovation guitar for many years in India. The day Osho left-his-body on January 19, 1990, the top mysteriously cracked. I was close enough to the instrument to know its heart had broken. Life has many mysteries I will never understand and this is one of them. I have never since had the feeling to have it repaired. However, a few days ago out-of-the-blue I was asked by Niren, Osho’s lawyer who gifted it to me in 1987, whether I still had it. And the answer is, yes. This loving gesture from Niren I put to good use throughout the Pune ll music era. It was only fitting the instrument found its way to the Master’s hands and was blessed. It has been sitting in its case now longer than I can remember. But after my chat with Niren, I thought it might be a good time to say hello to an old friend, one who channeled so much, and give it a little TLC, some polish and a tune-up, and maybe even a few loving strums. I am reminded of a discourse question and Osho’s response:

BELOVED OSHO,

I NEED MY GUITAR TO PLAY MY MUSIC. I HEAR YOUR BLESSED MUSIC, BUT I DON’T SEE YOUR GUITAR. BELOVED MASTER, WHAT IS YOUR INSTRUMENT? AND A FEW SUTRAS FOR ME TOO.

“Milarepa, neither the music is mine nor the guitar. The music belongs to existence, and the guitar belongs to you. You are the guitar, and this whole vast universe is the music. I am at the most just a passage for the music to reach to the guitar. That’s why you don’t see my guitar because you don’t see yourself. Who are you? On whom am I playing my music? You hear my words and you also hear my silences, and naturally you feel a certain music surrounding me. That music is your response, your love, your trust. In a way I am not here. It has been a long time since I left this small house for the eternity. It is the compassion of eternity that this small house still goes on continuing to function. It is also your love, your prayers, your gratitude that helps my body-mind system to function. I don’t have any desire to be fulfilled. All is fulfilled — and when all is fulfilled a music arises.” The Great Pilgrimage From Here To Here #6