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sábado, maio 30

Osho's

What’s love?

It depends. There are as many loves as there are people. Love is a hierarchy, from the lowest rung to the highest, from sex to superconsciousness. There are many many layers, many planes of love. It all depends on you. If you are existing on the lowest rung, you will have a totally different idea of love than the person who is existing on the highest rung. Adolf Hitler will have one idea of love, Gautam Buddha another; and they will be diametrically opposite, because they are at two extremes.

At the lowest, love is a kind of politics, power politics. Wherever love is contaminated by the idea of domination, it is politics. Whether you call it politics or not is not the question, it is political. And millions of people never know anything about love except this politics -- the politics that exists between husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. It is politics, the whole thing is political: you want to dominate the other, you enjoy domination. And love is nothing but politics sugar-coated, a bitter pill sugar-coated.

You talk about love but the deep desire is to exploit the other. And I am not saying that you are doing it deliberately or consciously. People are falling in love with horses, dogs, animals, machines, things. Why? Because to be in love with human beings has become an utter hell, a continuous conflict -- nagging, always at each other's throats. This is the lowest form of love. Nothing is wrong with it if you can use it as a steppingstone, if you can use it as a meditation.

If you can watch it, if you try to understand it, in that very understanding you will reach another rung, you will start moving upwards. Only at the highest peak, when love is not a relationship any more, when love becomes a state of your being, the lotus opens totally and great perfume is released -- but only at the highest peak. At its lowest, love is just a political relationship. At its highest, love is a religious state of consciousness. I love you too, Buddha loves, Jesus loves, but their love demands nothing in return.

Their love is given for the sheer joy of giving it; it is not a bargain. Hence the radiant beauty of it, hence the transcendental beauty of it. It surpasses all the joys that you have known. When I talk about love, I am talking about love as a state. It is unaddressed: you don't love this person or that person, you simply love. You are love. Rather than saying that you love somebody, it will be better
to say you are love. So whosoever is capable of partaking, can partake.

Whosoever is capable of drinking out of your infinite sources of being, you are available -- you are available unconditionally.
That is possible only if love becomes more and more meditative. `Medicine' and `meditation' come from the same root. Love as you know it is a kind of disease: it needs the medicine of meditation.
If it passes through meditation, it is purified. And the more purified it is, the more ecstatic.

Nancy was having coffee with Helen. Nancy asked,
- How do you know your husband loves you?
- He takes out the garbage every morning.
- That's not love. That's good housekeeping.
- My husband gives me all the spending money I need.
- That's not love. That's generosity.
- My husband never looks at other women.
- That's not love. That's poor vision.
- John always opens the door for me.
- That's not love. That's good manners.
- John kisses me even when I've eaten garlic and
I have curlers in my hair.
- Now, that’s love.

6 Comments:

  • Oh, dear, I love this post!!!!!

    Hope you're having a nice weekend

    xoxo

    By Blogger The Seeker, at sábado, maio 30, 2009 5:45:00 PM  

  • Hi Jon!

    Here I am, coming back (again!)...

    And about the post, let me tell you that I'm not an Osho's big fan (not even a small one), mainly because his public life, but sometimes he lets me thinking... like now.

    Thanks dear Jon.

    Kisses.

    By Blogger Blas Torillo, at sábado, maio 30, 2009 6:43:00 PM  

  • The longer I live, and the longer I am married (I celebrate 25 years of marriage this year)I am convinced that love is not just a matter of feelings, but an act of the will...and an act of the will despite other factors.(I'm not doing a very good job of expressing myself here I think!)...but yes..despite the metaphorical garlic and curlers....I still love my wife!

    By Blogger Niall young, at domingo, maio 31, 2009 5:14:00 PM  

  • GOOD ONE.. beatiful explanation by this beatiful man, Osho. I think he has extra-ordinary sense which always amazes me.. am in love with this man...hope to see some more posts of him...

    By Blogger baawra, at segunda-feira, junho 01, 2009 2:28:00 AM  

  • Love is........ "Never to say I'm sorry"!!!!
    I was 17 when I saw the movie Love Story and this definition of love always stayed with me,but controversial for others....what's your opinion Jonice?
    Beijinhos

    By Blogger Teresa Calcao, at quarta-feira, junho 03, 2009 11:50:00 AM  

  • Love is a child of freedom!Minha querida Jo, que alegria poder estar mais perto de ti novamente... Um grande beijo recheado de amor para ti e muito obrigada pela visita.

    By Blogger Cláudia, at quinta-feira, junho 04, 2009 8:56:00 PM  

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