…The moment you were created, the very same moment the treasure was handed over to you – because who has ever known somebody to live without love? Have you known anybody to live without breathing? Love is the very breath of the soul.
Baul says, “as the body cannot exist without breathing, the soul cannot exist without love.” So you may know it, you may not know it, but continuously love is happening inside. It is throbbing there, it is your very beat. You just have to find a way to reach there, because you have gone out in search of the treasures that don’t belong to you, in search of other treasures that can never belong to you.
The Baul sing:
Forget not, that your body contains
the whole of existence.
I am fulfilled,
being a blow of your own breath on your flute.
What more can I wish for me
Than to be blown away with such melody?
…Whatsoever you love you become,
and whatsoever your love you will find.
So be alert about your love: Don’t love a car, don’t love a house, don’t love a bank balance – because you will become that. You ill become a dung beetle. Don’t love dung.
If you are to love, then love something…something that transcends things, something that transcends forms, something you will have to raise your eyes to the sky. Love Gourishhankar, love the Himalayan peaks. If you love something like dung, you will move into dung, because we always find a way. Whenever our love moves, we move behind it. The bee loves the lotus; it finds it. The very love is the path. Howsoever the lotus is hiding, the bee will find it.
OSHO 'The Beloved" volume one
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