Sorry this took so long. My OSHO cards were somewhere else. Also, I was interrupted on this reading and the cards were hard to shuffle. This is unusual so it is something to note. That is there are some obstacles in regards to all of this, i.e. the situation.However, the card I picked was quite lovely. On the card the King has his arm around what looks like his son, though it could be a female with a pixie cut, think Tinkerbell. Though the character is wearing leggings/pants so it looks more male then female. They are starting into the forest or at flowers. The flowers are facing us, the largest being a big sunflower with some red roses and yellow tulips around the sunflower.
Now, for the reading:
49. LOVE
Remember not to hoard your love or calculate. Don't be stingy. You will miss altogether. Instead, let your love bloom and share it, give it, let it grow.
A great king had three sons, and he wanted to choose one to be his heir. And it was very difficult, because all three were very intelligent, very courageous. And they were triplets - all the same age - so there was no way to judge. So he asked a great sage, and the sage suggested an idea.
The king went home and asked all three sons to come. And he gave them each a bag of flower seeds, and told that that he was going on a religious pilgrimage. "It will take a free years - one, two, three, maybe more. And this is a kind of test for you. These seeds you will have to give back to me when I return. And whosoever protects them best will become my heir." And he left for the pilgrimage.
The first son thought, "What should I do with these seeds?" He locked them in an iron safe - because when the father returned, he would have to return them as they wer.
The second son throughout, "If I lock them up as my brother has done, they will die. And a dead seed is not a seed at all." So he went into the market and sold the seeds and kept the money. And he thought, "When my father comes I will go to the market, purchase new seeds, and give him back better than the first."
But the third went into the garden and threw the seeds all over the place.
After three years, when the father came back, the first son opened his safe. The seeds were all dead, stinking. And the father said, "What! These are the seeds I have given to you? They had the possibility of blooming into flowers and giving great perfume - and these seeds are stinking! These are not my seeds!" The son insisted that they were the same seeds, and the father said, "You are a materialist."
The second son rushed to the market, purchased seeds came back home and presented them to his father. The father said, "But these are not the same. Your idea was better than the first, but you are not yet as capable as I would like you to be. You are a psychologist."
He went to the third - with great hope, and fear too: "What has he done?" And the third son took him into the garden and there were millions of plants blooming, millions of flowers all around. And the son said, "These are the seeds you gave me." As soon as they are ready, I will collect the seeds and give them back to you>"
The father said, "You are my heir. This is how one should behave with seeds."
The hoarder will not understand life, and the calculating mind will also miss it. Only a creative mind can understand it. That is the beauty of the flowers - they cannot be hoarded. They represent God: Goad cannot be hoarded. They represent love: love cannot be hoarded.
It is not just an accident that the flower has remained a symbol of love, down the ages, in all the countries, for all kinds of societies. Love is like a flower - when it starts blocking in you, you have to share it, you have to give it. And the more you give, the more love grows. If you go one giving a day comes when you become a constant infinite source of love.
ZEN: THE PATH OF PARADOX,
Vol. 2, pp. 43-45