Love - in the words of Osho
Love is the only miracle there is.
Love is the ladder from hell to heaven
Love learned well, you have learned all.
Love missed, you have missed your whole life,
People who ask about God are not in fact asking about God; Rather than asking a question, they are declaring that they have not known what Love is.
One who knows love has known the beloved.
Love is the insight into the beloved.
One who asks about love simply says that he is blind.
One who asks about God simply says that his heart has not bloomed into love.
Never ask about God.
If you cannot see him that simply shows that you do not have eyes to see.
If you cannot hear him that simply shows that you are deaf.
If you cannot touch him that simply shows that you are without hands.
That you do not have any sensitivity.
God is not the problem - God cannot be the problem. God is not far away.
God is here now. All that is, is in God and is God.
So how can God be the problem?
God is not to be searched for. Where will you search? He is everywhere.
You just have to learn how to open your eyes of love. Once love has penetrated your heart, God is there.
In the thrill of love is the beloved. In the vision of love is the vision of God.
So God is the only real inner alchemy. It transforms your material life into the divine. It is the only real alchemy because it changes the baser matter into Gold.
Without love, life is a dull affair. Grey. With no colours. With no sounds, with no celebrations. One can drag and one can hope only for death. Death will come and relieve you of your dragging long affairs. Love brings colours, the grey suddenly becomes a rainbow - explodes into a thousand and one colours. And the drab and the dell become psychedelic.
Love changes the whole climate of your inner being. And with that change the whole of existence is changed. Nothing is changed in the outside. But once you are full of love you have a totally different existence available to you.
God and world are not two things. It is the one existence; there is only one existence. Looked at without love, it looks material. Looked at without love God looks like the world - attachment and misery. Looked at with love the world is transformed, transfigured and this very world becomes divine.
Yes, inside then there is music. When love has dawned then miracles happen.
Even inside there is music, yet in that sound there's a luminous silence.
Love is magical. The heart pulsating in love becomes a flute on the lips of God and a sound is born. That sound is religion. Religion has nothing to do with Churches, temples, and rituals. Religion is born only when somebody pulsates with love.
Each individual has to give birth to religion and unless you have given birth to a religion in you, you are not religious. You cannot join an organisation and become religious.
Religion is not an organisation to belong to.
To be religious you have to give birth to religion into your innermost core.
When religion is born there only then are you religious.
Not by becoming a Christian but by becoming a Christ.
Not by becoming a Buddhist but by becoming a Buddha; only then religion is born.
When you are born in love, religion is born in you. And then your whole life is a melody.
A beautiful sound. And then you will be surprised, nothing is wrong - all fits together. Right now nothing fits together. Right now you are perhaps a mess. Right now you are an anarchy. Right now you are just traffic noise. Rushing in all directions. Falling apart. Disintegrating. Right now you are nothing but anguish, and agony. Once love is born. you have a centre. once love is born you are centred, and everything unfolds with the centre in tune.. You become an orchestra. A beautiful harmony. It is hidden in you. You have brought it into the world. It is yet un-manifest. Let your love be manifested. In that manifestation will be your prayer.
And what is love?
Do not do unto others that you would not like to be done to you. This is the criterion of love.
Do unto others that you would like to be done to you.
Whatsoever you ask for yourself, allow that for others too.
Whatsoever you don't want to happen to you, don't do it to others.
Think of yourself as the very centre of existence, in fact don't think of the other as the other - only you are, in the other too. The same life, the same song waiting to be uttered; the same urge to rise to the divine; the same seeking; the same throbbing heart; the same agony; the same ecstasy.
This love is waiting in you. There is not necessity, however.
It can wait and it can die.
Birth is beyond you, you are already born, nobody had asked; your permission was not taken at all.
You were not even asked where you want to be born and what you want to become.
You always find yourself in the middle of life - you are already here. Birth has no choice for you.
So is death, one day suddenly death will come without even giving you any warning and not for a single moment death will wait.
Birth happens, death happens.
They are beyond you; you can not do anything about them. Between birth and death there is only one thing you can do something about and that is love.
These are three great things of life - Birth, love, and death.
Life has already happened, death is going to happen. It is a certainty. In a way it has happened already with the birth. One step you have taken already into the grave. The day you were born a half step has been taken into the grave. The day you were born, half the journey you complete. The remaining half will take a little more time. With life death has already penetrated you.
Now only one thing remains, that you can do, something that depends on you - that is love. And because it depends on you there is every possibility you can miss it. That is the agony of love. that you can miss it. If you don't do something, if you don't become alert, if you don't move towards it deliberately, consciously you can miss it. There is every possibility that you may not be able to unfold it. Hence the fears, the trembling, the anguish the anxiety. whether I will be able to make it. Will I be able to love?
Will I be able to flow into love. But side by side with this agony there is ecstasy. that one is free.
It is because of this freedom that the fear exists.
If love was also predestined as life and death then there would be no fear, but then there would be no ecstasy either. Because ecstasy is possible only when you achieve something; when consciously you choose something. When deliberately you arrive somewhere. When it is your journey and you are not being dragged. That is the beauty of love and that is the danger too.