According to Osho, in a master’s presence your heart—like a veena—gets tuned; then even the slightest breeze sets it singing. Reason loosens, a sweet ‘divine madness’ arises, and perception shifts so that poison turns to nectar. Tears and laughter flow together, a mysterious joy appears. The “magic” isn’t bestowed from outside; it’s your own readiness resonating with the master’s flame.
Being with a master wakes up your heart so you feel joyfully tender—laughing and crying—as everything begins to look beautiful.