This was first published on Osho News A poem from Madhuri’s new coffee table book, Flying Lady with Cat. Whenever my brother and I meet in some confluent tributary of our travels, we’ll end up going for a walk in some suburban…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. All over England the hawthorns are freaking out in the best way – hitching up their skirts and dancing – in Hag Fold, Farrowbottom Brow,…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. This wonderful, useful, profound little meditation can be done on its own; before sensitive discussion between you; or as the first step in a Tantra evening, where you might add other exercises, such as…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. In order to view this poem as the author intended it to appear, we suggest reading it on a computer screen or in the landscape orientation on your phone. …Physicians in prohibition states…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. Dialoguing is one of the best tools I have in my toolbox. Voice Dialogue – created by Hal and Sidra Stone – is a great method to use with clients. The therapist asks a…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. There is nothing the moon is not – Silvered back of the mirror, Mercury and Venus combined. She is my bottom I am hers. She is fat lips –…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. How incredibly lucky we were, to live with a Master who understood that dance is one of the basic human functions; one of the basic languages of our species. That dancing is perhaps the…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. Couples have struggles, as we all know. We are attracted to someone because they are different from us – they bring something we don’t have; they seem in certain ways to complete us. Then,…
Thurston MacKenzie knew that something was eating away at his vitals – he could feel it if he palpated his stomach, a bit away on the left side – like a tangerine in there – slowly growing – . He did not tell anyone. He sensed that no intervention would…
I’m delighted to announce that I’ve created a new category here to share my new short stories. I hadn’t written fiction since my teens – memoir seemed more than enough. But when my life took off into great uncertainty last year when I lost job and house at once…I had…
Her eyes were the colour of moldavite – when you hold the stone up to the light, and see the green – a dignified, kelp-forest, pine-forest green. Moldavite, but in these eyes there were gold flecks added, and the possibility of reflecting the sky – a blue somewhere in there…
A clear black night wrapped itself around the house with full embrace. New Year’s Eve is cold on Ibiza; soon an icy night in 1970 would become a frigid morning in 1971. In the main room the fireplace did its best to warm things, but it was the only heating…
