We were up in the highlands of Costa Rica in a buffeting wind We didn’t know anybody, and we were sad The wind shook the house and shouted at it and curtains of rain marched wave on wave…
A poem from Madhuri’s most recent book, To Hills and Waterfalls: a Californian in Calderdale. At TJ Maxx in Kansas City I bought a pair of black velvet bell-bottoms with a crown picked out in rhinestones on the right thigh. An excellent, well-fitting pair…
This was originally posted in Osho News An A-lister, the shiniest white fence of dashing gnashers money can buy I want to blind you with my bleached life-bones glossy and laser-beaming white as the light from a thousand Buddhas to show…
A colourful and warm-hearted evening event in Hebden Bridge Hebden Bridge from above Calder Holmes Park. The book launch venue is at the canal marina to the bottom left. Hebden Bridge is a 500-year-old town deep in the Calder Valley in the English Pennines – a range of high hills…
This was first posted on Osho News I was invited 10 years ago to come to this beautiful, rather hidden valley in the English Pennines; I was supposed to be the resident oracle of a new healing centre… which then never happened. I stayed on –…
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. 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. 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 –…
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The moon went to a Moon-gazing party. All she had to do Was glide & preen Like a mirror; Then chill still as fish-egg. In the cocoon-skin house Tea was served, And sliced persimmon Thin as glass. Then people slippered out The paper door To stand in the glistening waterfall…
