Thank you for considering this,

Erin  (Maitri) - Nevada City, California

as madhav and hira's mother, i send you my feelings of heartfelt sorrow for the physical loss of your beautiful daughter--one of the most difficult of all human experiences is the loss of a child. i can only imagine, and my heart aches. i send you the blessings of all mothers who absorb the sound of suffering on behalf of all beings. we are all so blessed to have known disha, to have come together in celebration with our beloved master, osho, and to have a deeper understanding that death is not the end.
much love to you,
premrup

CALIFORNIA, USA

Dear Nandan,

What can I do about these tears
I am asking myself.
I sing them, I dance them and I cry them,... I live them.

I also ask :
"Where do I take this aching heart?"
and I feel to take it to you Nandan(and to Bhakta) and present it to you as gift from a friend who stands beside you.

I breathe in the beauty of this morning as the sun lights up the bright orange trumpet vine in front of my window.
I feel your loving presence in a state of disbelief and deep acceptance that arises when all the tears are shed.
I sense a community allowing itself to hurt as one of their jewels has been taken.
Nandan, your world has just been torn apart and I hold your hand and say:
"Me too, I feel such loss as if Disha was my child and I am there in spirit when you celebrate and give her a send off!

I Love you

Anubhava (Peter Makena)

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Beloved Nandan,
with a tender silence inside and certainly sadness in my heart I have taken
the news of Disha's leaving the body..
My thoughts and feelings went to you and Bhakta immediately...
They say existence takes the most beautiful souls first. Today I am
convinced it must be so, although it is very hard to understand.. I sense
that by now, Disha understands...
I heard last night, since then 4 emails have told me the same... There is so
much love and energy going around the world because of and for Disha..
This morning I took my guitar and I sang an improvised song to her... In the
refrain what came to me was:
'your life was beautiful in every way'..
Disha and I often sang together in Pune, in the beginning of the nineties
when she was just 20, with Mila in Buddhahall...
I sent a note to Rupda also mentioning you and later I found this special
section just for you and so I am sending you love and strength...
It's been a long time since we met Nandan, but today you are in my heart and
I am sure for many days to come... I have a beautiful picture here with
Disha, Mila and I singing in Buddha Hall in 1990 and there are candles
burning in front of it.. I am listening to Disha singing 'how long' again
and again... I feel her waiting is over now...
Beloved Nandan,
There is only beauty in my memories about Disha.. Always loving, always
positive, always sparkling, always in love with Osho... I am sure she is in
a good place...
I send you all my love now and every moment I remember, I am reminded...
Wishing you strength, support and much, much love..
Take care of you,
With love,

Narayani (the singer)

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AMSTERDAM

Dear Nandan, my heart and prayers are for you very special.
The pain of a mother loosing her child is beyond anything human. Years after my accident
my mum gave me her diary she wrote when I was in the intesive care waiting to wake up from
coma. I cried then as I cry now to feel this pain.

I send you all the strength to take good care of you in this painful time.
With all the love in my heart,

Milena (Utkantha)

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MISSOURI, USA

... i feel someplace very beautiful only lent her to us for awhile... and now they wanted her back....
last year after my brain surgery in poona she appeared at my door at exactly the right moment, with a gift from her mom and herself... but the real gift was the glimpse of her lovely, silky, diamond-studded face with its elfin smile so rooted in utter sweetness...
i wish i could give you something back now, Disha, but perhaps you don't need....
yes, i knew you since you were just a little elf...
and saw you grow straight and clear to beauty...
a rounded and special loveliness like few people ever get to have... you did it right Disha, you did it right.
much love to a precious soul...
and my heart goes to Bhakta, left here to cope with incredible mystery....
Madhuri
Dancing Leaves, Missouri

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Beloved Nandan,

last night without prior arrangement Sangha-friends gathered in Prasunas
Paloma-Restaurant here on Ibiza. The place was packed with the usual celeb
crowd, upper-class tourists and the islands easy-go-luckies, and in the
middle of the action on the mantle piece a big candle - a picture of Disha.
We were in a state of shock, crying and later on laughing again,
remembering... holding Prasunas grand children, feeling mothers pain and
despair. Guests had to wait a bit longer for their glass of Rioja, for
Prasunas famous pasta...

Our hearts are with you, beloved Nandan.
Dishas untimely passing zen-sticked us. Her transition brings many of us
back together again.
Here in Ibiza we will listen to Dishas music on Monday evening, will be
singing Osho songs, remember your beautiful daughter - the devoted child of
Osho, of the whole commune - be with her, be with you.
Abundance of love, hugs, kisses, from a small island.

Your friend Anasha (and a whole bunch of Sannyasins, e.g. Sw. Lakshen, our
travelling film maker, Prasuna, Mouji, Dassana, Eshwari, Paul, Samin... )
Thank you, Rupda, for making this forum possible. Thanks, Bikkhu and Waduda,
for putting the lovely song available to everyone.

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For Nandan.

Beloved Nandan, I remember you and Disha so clearly when you first came to the ashram and you first worked with us cleaners in Chiyono.

Both of you such pure hearts and very innocent. Sending you much love, hugs at this time. Disha's angel dust is everywhere I have been showered with it constantly since I heard this news.

Love Ma Prem Nanda

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BAY AREA, USA

Beloveds , this is one of the biggest zen hits ever. My mind boggles, my heart cracks wide open, my energy feels electrified, I've little idea what to say...But want you to know just how much I feel for you.
Disha taught us all so much, and continues to do so as we see from Rupda's amazing creation of this websight. Disha will always be one of Osho's most special treasures, right now reminding us all that we are a global tribe of crazy,heartful, drunken ,divine beings, seemingly bound forever by Osho's Grace.
Remembering her this moment as I write these few words, my heart warms, trying to swallow the lump in my throat,and blink away the mist that's forming in my eyes, Nandan, you must have been a super mum to have birthed such a delight, and Bhakta, you lucky guy to have had so much intimate time with her.I wish you all the grace, understanding, clarity and insight -- Oh whatever it takes to pass thru this time as Zorba the Buddhas.

with hugs and much much love Pradeepa

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INDONESIA

Beloved Nandan,

Together with all our friends
I embrace you.
Sending you love and energy
to help you through these awesome days.
Words are inadequate
to express my love and support for you.
Bhagawati

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CALIFORNIA, USA

Nandan, my precious one,

I am wrapping my arms around you, rocking you, we dripping in tears, soaked in gratitude.....
Oh, my dearest Nandan, all day and all night your heart is beating in my chest
and the magnificent trees of the Californian Sierras are seen through tears in your eyes
My beloved Nandan, today you are my child and I will not let you out of my arms,
where we have spent so many moments thrown into ecstasy before
And now this agony rips the walls of my heart wide open

It is you in my arms today, Nandan, as never before
Know that I am here standing just behind you,
my chest pressed to your back,
my arms wrapped around you
in this unspeakable mystery
And I will not let go.

I love you,
Erin - Maitri

beloved nandan,
such beautiful memories of the life we all shared with Osho, and with disha leaving her body, being reminded of this connection and love that we all share, always,
my heart is with you,
love
neera

Your precious girl has given us so much...in her living and in her
leaving. Hearts around the world blown wide open and so very full of
love. A deep rememberance.

My 'mother's heart' reaches out to you...so unfathomable.

I am writing for Kaveen (in Switzerland) and Haritama (in England), each
of whom are at this moment, in little villages and with no computers.
They asked me to send you, along with mine...

All their Love,

Kailash, Kaveen and Haritama

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CALIFORNIA, USA

Beloved Nandan,

As I lay beneath the stars tonight to sleep, I feel you dear friend
filling my heart to bursting. I feel a swirl of emotions arising within such
vast peace. Deeply impacted by Disha's abrupt leaving us, there is
a hole in my heart as if part of me is now missing. And simultaneously
I feel Disha's dancing light as a breeze spirit so alive within me. I
feel her effusive joy bubble inside me as I weed my garden and at the
same time feel stopped still, feeling a vast void, ripped open....empty....
stripped of knowing, stripped of language....stunned...
and with the power of a lightening bolt, awake to the marvel of a single life:
...so utterly irreplacable,
so fragile even in its thriving ripeness,
so precious just in its simple, unique existence
so mysteriously connected to my own.
Astonished at how one life's passing can rip me wide open. Never
before feeling her presence so intensely as now in her absence.

I am feeling you Nandan so close within me, wishing I were
beside you in these days. Actually, I feel I AM,
only our bodies are thousands of miles apart.

I hold you in silence here, under the night sky.
breathe with you,
..........slowly,
letting its undulating, comforting rhythm
rock us as if we are being soothed by an ocean.
Wrapped in darkness
I weep with you, sigh with you.
I let be
...........with you.
I smooth your hair and let you fall into me
in pain, in joy, in living, in dying.
Loved by the moonlight,
we let peace embrace us from the inside out.

You are with me beloved friend. I am with you.

Love
Aneeta

Nitya

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COLORADO, USA

Beloved Nandan.

Blessings, both Daughter and Mother of The Buddhas.

We love you and deeply care. She is with Him, our
Beloved Master Osho.

Blessings For Eternity,
Ma Prem Anupama and Swami Prem Dayananda

Boulder Creek, CA

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BOULDER, CO

Hello again Rupda,

I am attaching a painting that I painted the day Disha died. It is in her honor. Can you possibly get this to Nandan for me? Perhaps it might be possible to print it and take it to the celebration. I feel so deeply impacted by her departure, that I wish I could fly over to Australia from California. Because I cannot, I send you this, painted during the day she dissolved into the vastness..... I was meditating with her all day..... Perhaps you might even post it on the note pages for me.

with overflowing love,
Erin - Maitri

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Beloved Nandan,

In the past few days you have been in my thoughts and in my heart so very often. I hold you dearly and tenderly. I send you warmth, comfort and strength.

Much love,
Paritosho

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And Nandan oh Nandan around the world we are holding you with love and tenderness

from
rashid

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Beloved Nandan - my heart goes out to you....since I came back from Greece last night I try to reach you - I long to hear your voice, to hold you and to share my sadness and my bliss. just now I visited Rupdas webpage and can´t stop crying - what a blessing to have had Disha in my extended family - what a blessing for so many people from all over the world - you know and I know that her spirit will be with us - I helped her through her first two years of school - now she will help me through my last years in life´s school. Two days on the terrace of our greek house - overlooking the mediterrenean we (Claudi, Samadhi, Virani and friends) had a beautiful clebration for Disha - virani sang all the songs they have been singing together and Disha was right there in a beautiful golden light. And now I read in all the e-mails that many people did the same - that was Dishas purpose in this lifetime to connect people - to spread love and compassion - and song - and deep bellylaughter... Schatzi nun muss eds auf Deutsch weitergehen - weiss ja nicht, ob du das zu lesen kriegst aber das ist auch egal- ich bin die ganze zeit bei Euch - in tieferDankbarkeit für Dishas Wesen und fuer den Abschied den wir beim Pfingstzelten hatten - es wäre schön, wenn wir in Muc noch ein Feier für sie machen - aber jetzt ist jetzt gell - und jetzt ist mein Herz bei Disha und Dir - ich liebe dich! Jheel

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Beloved Nandan

Even though you probably would not remember me by my name alone, I think I speak for the many faceless ones who cleaned rice in the kitchen. For me we will always be a family and part of the never ending magic is that we feel each others joy, ecstacy, pain and suffering. Nandan, beloved beautiful Nandan, we all feel your loss and wish you strength in your process and send you all the support and loving possible. I did not know Bhakta (but the same for him - and for all who were closer to Disha than I was - but I still had a chance to see the incredible light shining in her over so many years)

Love and more love

His Blessings

Samarpan

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eloved Nandan,

Whenever I have seen you and met you - last time in Terre de Sacha in France - I always have felt your beauty and love, just like Disha. You were lucky to have such a daughter, she was lucky to have a mum like you. I feel the shock and disbelief of this sudden loss for you. You are in my heart and I have a picture of you and Disha on my altar.
I send you all the blessings, love and strength especially in the coming time. It so wonderful to see you surrounded by so many beautiful people. And it is my feeling also that Disha is in deep peace where she is now.
I'd like to share a poem with you by Rumi, which helped me when I lost a loved one. May it be of help to you too.

On the day I die, when I'm carried to the grave,
don't weep.

Don't say: "He's gone! He's gone!"
Death has nothing to do with going away.

The sun sets and the moon sets,
but they're not gone. Death
is a coming together.

The tomb looks like a prison,
but it's really release
into Union.

The human seed goes down in the ground
like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.

It grows and comes up full
of some unimagined beauty.

Your mouth closes here
and immediately opens
with a shout of joy there.

All my love to you
Sadhya (Nayano)

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Most beloved Nandan,
many years that our paths have not crossed; many
sweet memories, surfacing... now. And the feeling in
my heart that has felt and recognised a quality in you
that I felt and saw in Dish. Nandan, I would have
loved to have you as a mom! Be sure I see you, love
you, hug you, and feel with you now. And always.
your friend, Anasha (french)

Well Nandan...doesn't love and higher consciousness
come knocking on our doors in strange disguises?!?
Blown away by this unexpected visit from the unknown,
I am feeling you and smiling with tears and hoping we
can all see through the obvious into the divine master
plan. If there is anything at all we can do for you
we would...I am also with you and holding your hand as
the fire burns our illusions and opens us up. Disha
is so close to me, I will always miss her in my life.
I love you and look forward to our next meeting.
your friend, Anubuddha

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Liebe Nandan,

ich kann mir kaum vorstellen, was fuer ein Schmerz es ist, eine Tochter zu verlieren, und schon gar nicht
einen Engel wie Disha. Wie sie schon als Kind mit ihrem smile so viel Liebe gegeben und so viele Herzen geoeffnet hat.
Ich schicke dir alle Liebe und Staerke und Klarheit, und umarme dich ganz fest!

Prageeta
(Ja, die Prageeta aus ganz alten Zeiten, aus Muenchen- jetzt in Boston)

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Dear Nandan,
I am with you in my heart at this time and send you love. Although we haven't seen each other or talked in many, many years, my heart is going out to you in a big, big way and I feel with you and send you strength and support and the most comforting embrace you can possibly imagine. Disha was a very precious spirit to me, always, and will stay in my heart just as you do.

Much love to you
from Lokita
(who used to be with Niskriya back in the 80ies)

Beloved Nandan,

For these past days, I have felt you so deeply in my heart. I am holding you and sending you all the love and support I possibly can. Thank you for the gift of your beautiful daughter. I love you. Manohar

Beloved Nandan,

My arms tremble to be able to hold you in this time...
The closest I can come is this message until there is a moment when we can
meet again.
The tears in my eyes and heart keep flowing for the delight that I have had
in knowing Disha and the the profound feeling of helplessness in knowing
that I will never see her again.
I will never try to say that I can feel what you are feeling now but I do
want to send you all of my love,strength and friendship.

Love,
Tarika

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to beautiful Nandan,
I have many vivid and treasured memories of early Poona and you and Disha are definitely part of them. Losing a child has to be the hardest experience one can have.
I send you my deepest love and caring. Disha was a shining light to us all, showing us how to live fully. I feel that her passing will have a huge effect around the sannyasin world, bringing us all closer in love. Reading these letters I realize again what a family of beautiful hearts we are. I love you and wish I was with you now to hold you and comfort you.

Nigama (Maui, HI)

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Beloved Nandan

My heart goes out to you in so many ways.
To lose ones child must be the biggest loss in life , as I see it.
Dearest Nandan, so much love to you.

Ashika

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Beloved Nandan
For a child to lose a parent is incredibly immensely painful.
For a mother to loose a daughter, I can only imagine what that must feel
like. My heart goes out to you, is with you and I hold you in my prayers.

Existence has its own timing, however rude it may be to us who are left
behind.
Disha is and always was a shining star, our very own " new (wo)man"!
You must have had a big part in that by raising her the way you did and
bringing her with her intense longing to Osho at such an early age.
May you find peace and strength knowing that we all share your pain.

I am very happy to have known Disha and have been able to spend close time
with her.

Much love
Rani (the dutch)

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Baktha love

That precious light of Disha shines on, on all of us.
If I miss her I can only imagine what it must be like for you.
From the first moment I heard about Disha being in hospital my heart has
been with you and still is.
I hold you in my heart Baktha. We all hold you Baktha
You are such a beauty.
So much love to you.

Rani (your dutch sister)

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dear nandan
beloved friend
i have been with you these last days in some other dimension if not the
physical one.
you were there when i lay close to death and held me and helped me, and i
survived and here i am.
i cannot think of something wise, or even consoling to say.
disha lived such a full life, as close as anyone to the zorba the buddha style
that Osho is introducing into the world. Living every moment to the fullest
without regret. she passes on her flame to sooo many people. that in itself is
amazing. she has set the bar high, and we can all aspire to that.
i know your strength, your trust and your strong foundations and know you are
rising to these trying moments.
all my love and timeless and spaceless support go out to you, both now and many
other nows.

rakesh

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Beloved Nandan
I can only imagine the pain you are feeling.
There are no words for that, I know.
But still, words are all we have from this distance.
Please know that Deva and I are with you in the deepest part of our hearts.
We have been singing for Disha - and you - and will continue to do so, until
the pain and shock, and the grief, is transformed into a celebration of a
life so fully lived, so fully given, so generously offered.
And now our beloved Disha is our love, our grace and our beauty, reflected
in the light a million suns.
We thank you for this great gift.
With love always,
Miten and Deva

"No death is death, because every death opens a new door -- it is a
beginning. There is no end to life, there is always a new beginning, a
resurrection."
Osho

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Liebe Nandan,

liebe Mareile,

ich musste die letzten Tage immer daran denken, was Osho gesagt hat, als
Vivek-Niravno starb: "It's an untimely death."

Großes Glück und großer Schmerz liegen ganz nah beieinander.

Einer der größten deutschen Dichter hat dies in einer Todesklage unvergleichlich
ausgedrückt. Auch wenn es sich zwischen all den anderen mails fremd ausnimmt,
möchte ich es euch schicken:

MENONS KLAGEN UM DIOTIMA

I

Täglich geh ich heraus, und such ein Anderes immer,
Habe längst sie befragt, alle die Pfade des Lands;
Droben die kühlenden Höhn, die Schatten alle besuch ich,
Und die Quellen; hinauf irret der Geist und hinab,
Ruh erbittend; so flieht das getroffene Wild in die Wälder,
Wo es um Mittag sonst sicher im Dunkel geruht;
Aber nimmer erquickt sein grünes Lager das Herz ihm,
Jammernd und schlummerlos treibt es der Stachel umher.
Nicht die Wärme des Lichts, und nicht die Kühle der Nacht hilft,
Und in Wogen des Stroms taucht es die Wunden umsonst.
Und wie ihm vergebens die Erd ihr fröhliches Heilkraut
Reicht, und das gärende Blut keiner der Zephire stillt,
So, ihr Lieben! auch mir, so will es scheinen, und niemand
Kann von der Stirne mir nehmen den traurigen Traum?

2

Ja! es frommet auch nicht, ihr Todesgötter! wenn einmal
Ihr ihn haltet, und fest habt den bezwungenen Mann,
Wenn ihr Bösen hinab in die schaurige Nacht ihn genommen,
Dann zu suchen, zu flehn, oder zu zürnen mit euch,
Oder geduldig auch wohl im furchtsamen Banne zu wohnen,
Und mit Lächeln von euch hören das nüchterne Lied.
Soll es sein, so vergiß dein Heil, und schlummere klanglos!
Aber doch quillt ein Laut hoffend im Busen dir auf,
Immer kannst du noch nicht, o meine Seele! noch kannst du's
Nicht gewohnen, und träumst mitten im eisernen Schlaf!
Festzeit hab ich nicht, doch möcht ich,die Locke bekränzen;
Bin ich allein denn nicht? aber ein Freundliches muß
Fernher nahe mir sein, und lächeln muß ich und staunen,
Wie so selig doch auch mitten im Leide mir ist.

3

Licht der Liebe! scheinest du denn auch Toten, du goldnes!
Bilder aus hellerer Zeit, leuchtet ihr mir in die Nacht?
Liebliche Gärten seid, ihr abendrötlichen Berge,
Seid willkommen und ihr, schweigende Pfade des Hains,
Zeugen himmlischen Glücks, und ihr, hochschauende Sterne,
Die mir damals so oft segnende Blicke gegönnt!
Euch, ihr Liebenden auch, ihr schönen Kinder des Maitags,
Stille Rosen und euch, Lilien, nenn ich noch oft!
Wohl gehn Frühlinge fort, ein Jahr verdränget das andre,
Wechselnd und streitend, so tost droben vorüber die Zeit
Über sterblichem Haupt, doch nicht vor seligen Augen,
Und den Liebenden ist anderes Leben geschenkt.
Denn sie alle, die Tag und Jahre der Sterne, sie waren
Diotima! um uns innig und ewig vereint;

4

Aber wir, zufrieden gesellt, wie die liebenden Schwäne,
Wenn sie ruhen am See, oder, auf Wellen gewiegt,
Niedersehn in die Wasser, wo silberne Wolken sich spiegeln,
Und ätherisches Blau unter den Schiff enden wallt,
So auf Erden wandelten wir. Und drohte der Nord auch,
Er, der Liebenden Feind, klagenbereitend, und fiel
Von den Asten das Laub, und flog im Winde der Regen,
Ruhig lächelten wir, fühlten den eigenen Gott
Unter trautern Gespräch; in einem Seelengesange,
Ganz in Frieden mit uns kindlich und freudig allein,
Aber das Haus ist öde mir nun, und sie haben mein Auge
Mir genommen, auch mich hab ich verloren mit ihr.
Darum irr ich umher, und wohl, wie die Schatten, so muß ich
Leben, und sinnlos dünkt lange das übrige mir.

5

Feiern möcht ich; aber wofür? und singen mit andern,
Aber so einsam fehlt jegliches Göttliche mir.
Dies ist's, dies mein Gebrechen, ich weiß, es lähmet ein Fluch mir
Darum die Sehnen, und wirft, wo ich beginne, mich hin,
Daß ich fühllos sitze den Tag, und stumm wie die Kinder,
Nur vom Auge mir kalt öfters die Träne noch schleicht,
Und die Pflanzedes Felds, und der Vögel Singen mich trüb macht,
Weil mit Freuden auch sie Boten des Himmlischen sind,
Aber mir in schaudernder Brust die beseelende Sonne,
Kühl und fruchtlos mir dämmert, wie Strahlen der Nacht,
Ach! und nichtig und leer, wie Gefängniswände, der Himmel
Eine beugende Last über dem Haupte mir hängt!

6

Sonst mir anders bekannt! o Jugend, und bringen Gebete
Dich nicht wieder, dich nie? führet kein Pfad mich zurück?
Soll es werden auch mir, wie den Götterlosen, die vormals
Glänzenden Auges doch auch saßen an seligem Tisch,
Aber übersättiget bald, die schwärmenden Gäste,
Nun verstummet, und nun, unter der Lüfte Gesang,
Unter blühender Erd entschlafen sind, bis dereinst sie
Eines Wunders Gewalt, sie, die Versunkenen, zwingt,
Wiederzukehren, und neu auf grünendem Boden zu wandeln. -
Heiliger Othem durchströmt göttlich die lichte Gestalt,
Wenn das Fest sich beseelt, und Fluten der Liebe sich regen,
Und vom Himmel getränkt, rauscht der lebendige Strom,
Wenn es drunten ertönt, und ihre Schätze die Nacht zollt,
Und aus Bächen herauf glänzt das begrabene Gold. -

7

Aber o du, die schon am Scheidewege mir damals,
Da ich versank vor dir, tröstend ein Schöneres wies,
Du, die Großes zu sehn, und froher die Götter zu singen,
Schweigend, wie sie, mich einst stille begeisternd gelehrt;
Götterkind! erscheinest du mir, und grüßest, wie einst, mich,
Redest wieder, wie einst, höhere Dinge mir zu?
Siehe! weinen vor dir, und klagen muß ich, wenn schon noch,
Denkend edlerer Zeit, dessen die Seele sich schämt.
Denn so lange, so lang auf matten Pfaden der Erde
Hab ich, deiner gewohnt, dich in der Irre gesucht,
Freudiger Schutzgeist! aber umsonst, und Jahre zerrannen,
Seit wir ahnend um uns glänzen die Abende sahn.

8

Dich nur, dich erhält dein Licht, o Heldin! im Lichte,
Und dein Dulden erhält liebend, o Gütige, dich;
Und nicht einmal bist du allein; Gespielen genug sind,
Wo du blühest und ruhst unter den Rosen des Jahrs;
Und der Vater, er selbst, durch sanftumatmende Musen
Sendet die zärtlichen Wiegengesänge dir zu.
Ja! noch ist sie es ganz! noch schwebt vom Haupte zur Sohle,
Stillherwandelnd, wie sonst, mir die Athenerin vor.
Und wie, freundlicher Geist! von heitersinnender Stirne
Segnend und sicher dein Strahl unter die Sterblichen fällt,
So bezeugest du mir's, und sagst mir's, daß ich es andern
Wiedersage, denn auch andere glauben es nicht,
Daß unsterblicher doch, denn Sorg und Zürnen, die Freude
Und ein goldener Tag täglich am Ende noch ist.

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So will ich, ihr Himmlischen! denn auch danken, und endlich
Atmet aus leichter Brust wieder des Sängers Gebet.
Und wie, wenn ich mit ihr, auf sonniger Höhe mit ihr stand,
Spricht belebend ein Gott innen vom Tempel mich an.
Leben will ich denn auch! schon grünt's! wie von heiliger Leier
Ruft es von silbernen Bergen Apollons voran!
Komm! es war wie ein Traum! Die blutenden Fittiche sind ja
Schon genesen, verjüngt leben die Hoffnungen all.
Großes zu finden, ist viel, ist viel noch übrig, und wer so
Liebte, gehet, er muß, gehet zu Göttern die Bahn.
Und geleitet ihr uns, ihr Weihestunden! ihr ernsten,
Jugendlichen! o bleibt, heilige Ahnungen, ihr
Fromme Bitten! und ihr Begeisterungen und all ihr
Guten Genien, die gerne bei Liebenden sind;
Bleibt so lange mit uns, bis wir auf gemeinsamem Boden
Dort, wo die Seligen all niederzukehren bereit,
Dort, wo die Adler sind, die Gestirne, die Boten des Vaters,
Dort, wo die Musen, woher Helden und Liebende sind,
Dort uns, oder auch hier, auf tauender Insel begegnen,
Wo die Unsrigen erst, blühend in Gärten gesellt,
Wo die Gesänge wahr, und länger die Frühlinge schön sind,
Und von neuem ein Jahr unserer Seele beginnt.

Friedrich Hölderlin (1770-1843)

Ich habe mich 1978 auch sterilisieren lassen, aber ich
habe es nie bereut.
Etwas zu tun, was nicht das Eigene ist, kann manchmal
teuer werden. So teuer wie bei Disha, wird es selten.

Auf der Kausalebene ist sicher alles immer in Ordnung.
In der dreidimensionalen Welt, in der unser Bewusstsein,
geschmückt mit diesem wunderbaren Körper zwischen den Polaritäten herumspringt
ist das nicht immer so.Wenn sie in dem ersten Krankenhaus keine
ulltraschalluntersuchung gemacht haben, ist das gar nicht Okay, sondern
fahrlässige Tötung. Dass Dishas Bewusstsein sich in glückseligen
Sphären aufhält, halte ich durchaus für wahrscheinlich.
Aber wer weiss schon, was ein 'untimely death' wirklich bedeutet.
Ich weiss es nicht.

"...ihr guten Genien, die gerne bei Liebenden sind;
Bleibt so lange mit uns, bis wir auf gemeinsamem Boden
Dort, wo die Seligen all niederzukehren bereit,
Dort, wo die Adler sind, die Gestirne, die Boten des Vaters,
Dort, wo die Musen, woher Helden und Liebende sind,
Dort uns, oder auch hier, auf tauender Insel begegnen,
Wo die Unsrigen erst, blühend in Gärten gesellt,
Wo die Gesänge wahr, und länger die Frühlinge schön sind,
Und von neuem ein Jahr unserer Seele beginnt."

Ich wünsche Euch Tränen und Kraft.

YachanaMit freundlichen Grüßen

Dagmar Schön

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Beloved Nandan
My heart goes out to you and I am sending you lots of love and hugs and warmth!
Disha was so loved and really 'a child of the commune' as so many of us watched her grow into such a beautiful flower and
woman...the tears keep flowing down my face with gratitude for knowing her, for Osho, for all of us connecting from all over the world...with such shared history...
Take care and lots of love
Love Premyoga

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Beloved Nandan
My heart goes out to you in so many ways.
To lose ones child must be the biggest loss in life , as I see it.
Dearest Nandan, so much love to you.

Ashika

Beloved Nandan,
It was such a shock when Mutribo called me in Japan
and told me that Disha was leaving her body.
Of all the people in the world who epitomize life:
love for life, the joy of life, Disha is the ONE.
And in her death she has brought so many people
together, and awakened a great appreciation of LIFE in
everyone.
My heart goes out to you Nandan, to lose a child must
be one of the geatest pains.
I just want to send you my love and support, as does
Mukti, my partner. She has never met you but she loves
Disha very much.
As I do. To me she will always be the loving,
singing, dancing child of God.
Beloved Nandan, sending you all our love and support
and gratitude, for bringing such a beautiful flower
into the world as Disha.
With so much love,
Vimal.


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CALIFORNIA, USA

Beloved Nandan,

I would like to send you all my love, hold you in my arms and just keep holding you. What a time it must be for you, my dear beloved old friend! Disha, ............how could she possibly have left this planet already?!! To me she has always been the most beautiful, precious little girl who grew into the most beautiful, precious young woman ....... ! What an amazing human being......!

It is so strange, but it was just the other day, that out of nowhere I thought of Disha and all kinds of memories came streaming in. I sat down and closed my eyes and just sat for a while. Memories ...especially of when I first knew her in Munich (she was all of 7 years old, adorable little Tatjana) when all of us first became friends. It was a beautiful time. All these memories kept streaming in for a while, from all the times I had known her, and it was so touching and so intimite. Then, at some point, it was over. A few days later, I found out that Disha has died - 2 days ago. I was completely blown away!!  Then I sat down again and closed my eyes and "visited with her" and "talked with her" for a while, feeling her soo much. And eventually this great peace descended.....

Beloved Nandan, words really fail me right now. I don't even know where to start. But I can say this much: Please know that we are with you and hold you - even if we are physically on some other side of the planet. They say that loosing your child is the worst of all pains. No matter how much of our lives have been spent preparing for all of this ............... it must still be absolutely heartbreaking.
Sending you lots of love, support and strength (auch an Mareile)
Big hugs and very tender kisses
Maria (your old friend from Munich, Poona, Ranch, Poona)
and also from Tilopa

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dear dear nandan

and sandesh, and for bhakta too even though i never
met you...

just want to send you endless love at this way over
the top inconceivable time,

knowing your deeply feeling heart, peace, wisdom, and
depth, and yet how nothing can really prepare us for a
loss like this.

we are with you in our hearts, wish we were with you
physically, and just...feel you, long to be of some
comfort if such a thing is possible, and want you to
know you are held and loved and cared for.

see you in tuscany in november if you're back then

your govind

nandan and sandesh...

my heart is breaking for you

i am sending you so so much love

gayatri

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Jerusalem, Israel

Beloved dear precious Nandan,

I send you a hug strong enough to crash the pain away and turn it into sweet sad love.
Always with you, always, Anand Prabhat.

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Liebe Nandan...

wir haben hier gerade versucht, die Bilder zu schicken,- wir kommen aber garnicht klar ( Ralf und ich) Ich schicke mal diese mail als Versuch... es hat ewig gedauert ... auf diesem Weg würde die Operation  viele Stunden dauern (Ralf sagt: einen ganzen Tag...) morgen sehe ich den Justus, der kann das vielleicht managen...

Liebe, allerliebste Nandan, ich weiss nicht einmal, wie ich in Worte fassen soll, was mich ganz fassungslos macht... ich versuche oft, den Schmerz mit Dir zu teilen,  bis mein Herz brennt. Ich bin ganz oft mit meinen Gedanken bei Dir und schicke Dir Kraft. Sei umarmt, umarmt, umarmt.

Der Micha hat eine DVD von dem Lied gemacht, das Dir die Disha am Geburtstag gesungen hat. Sie ist jetzt bei mir.

Sei lieb gegrüsst, ich kümmere mich weiter um die Bilder! Deine Claudia