Mystic Mantra: Care for the earth

It is very unfortunate that we have been mistreating this wonderful abode of ours as some kind of a junkyard and dreaming about our golden future. It is all because of our unconsciousness and sleepiness. Osho reminds us to wake up. He tells an ancient Sufi story—and this story could be very useful for our present day rulers also: The king of Baghdad used to go around the city on his beautiful horse, just to see how things were going — of course in disguise, not as the king — so that he could see reality as it is. If he went as the king, then he could see everything that was beautiful and he would not be shown the real face — he would have to see only the mask.

Every day he saw a man, a very old man, must be past one hundred years, working in the garden, putting in small plants, but those small plants were not seasonal flowers. If they were seasonal flowers there would be no question at all. Those were the plants of the cedars of Lebanon, which grow one hundred feet, two hundred feet high, just almost touching the stars and they take hundreds of years to grow to that height. They live one thousand years, two thousand years, three thousand years and they are some of the most beautiful trees.

The king was puzzled because this old man, who is one hundred years, cannot even hope to see the next spring. His hands are shaking; he is so fragile, any moment death may take him away. And why is he planting these cedars? He will never be able to see them grow, to see them come of age, to see their beauty when they start touching the stars.

Finally, it was impossible for the king to resist the temptation. He stopped his horse one day and went to the old man and said, “I should not interfere in your work, but I cannot resist the temptation. My question is, you will never be able to see these trees come of age; you will be gone long before that....” The old man said, “That’s true.” The king said, “You know that’s true and still you go on doing it?”

The old man said, “If my forefathers had not planted the seeds — just see on the other side of my garden those tall Lebanon cedars — I would have never seen them. If my forefathers were so generous about the children with whom they are not yet acquainted, who will be coming, who will be the visitor, who will be the guest.... Still they worked hard and they created those monumental trees. Looking at those trees I gather courage and work hard, because certainly I will not be able to see the beautiful growth but somebody will.”

Osho concludes: You are a guest. Leave this earth a little more beautiful, a little more human, a little more lovable, a little more fragrant, for those unknown guests who will be following you.