I remember one evening, just over 30 years ago, I was sitting in India in the large Buddha Hall listening to Osho talking to us… at one point he said, “The opposite of love…
I am in India, somewhere around January 1996, and after a 10-day visit to Papaji in Lucknow, it’s time for me to head toward Pune, that had previously been my home for almost five years (mainly during the time that…
Remembering the first photo session I had with Osho.
I’m looking at this ant walking on the immaculately clean marble floor. She looks pretty busy, and it looks like she really knows where she’s going. I’m just watching her…
When I was in my late teens and after moving out from my parents home, I was living in a small apartment in Italy that was located on a busy main street. At times when I was in the kitchen…
When we listen to someone playing music we rarely realize how much involved is the act of listening, not only for us but for the musician too. As a matter of fact the musician himself – and I am speaking…
I was born and grew up in Northern Italy, near Venice, in a city that was well known to be the one that had the least amount of trees and green areas per inhabitant in the whole nation. I remember…