I have been spending a few days at the Osho meditation resort in Pune, India. This afternoon I went to one of the silent sitting meditations, in the white marble meditation room. Emerging from the meditation, I heard Latin music playing and was drawn into a dance class in the open air buddha grove. There the body moved to merengue and salsa, in the shade of the magnificent bamboo.
This transition seemed to me to epitomise the art of living. It is wonderful to dance and it is divine to meditate. The real art, though, is in being able to slide seamlessly from one to the other.
