vrijdag 29 maart 2019

baul -xi-

There are reasons.

Love is risky.

To love is to move into danger. Because you cannot control it, it is not safe. It is not within your hands. It is unpredictable. Where it will lead, nobody knows. Whether it will lead anywhere, that too nobody knows.

One is moving into utter darkness.


But roots grow only in darkness.

If the roots of a tree become afraid of darkness, and do not move underground, the tree will die. They háve to move into darkness. They have to find their way towards the deepest layers of the earth, where they can find sources of water.

Nourishment.


The heart is the darkest part of your being.

It is like a dark night.

It is your very womb. It is yóur earth.

So people are afraid to move into darkness, they would like to remain in light. At least you can see where you are, and what is going to happen. You are safe, secure.

When you move in love, you cannot calculate the possibilities, you cannot calculate the results. You cannot be result-oriented.

For love, future does not exist, only the present exists. You can be in this moment, but you cannot think anything about the next moment. No planning is possible in love.

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The society, civilization, culture, church...

ÁLL force a small child to be more logical.

They try to focus his energies in the head.

Once the energies are focused in the head...

it becomes very difficult to fall towards the heart.

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In fact, every child is bórn with great love energy.

The child is born out of love energy.

The child is full of love, of trust. Have you looked into the eyes of a small child? How trusting! The child can trust anything: the child can play with a snake, the child can go with anybody. The child can move so close to a fire that it can become dangerous...

Because the child has not yet learned how to doubt.

So we teach doubt, we teach scepticism, we teach logic. These seem to be measures for survival. We teach fear, we teach caution, we teach prudence, and all these together...

kill the possibility of love.


~osho~
the beloved vol.1
(1977) - ch.9

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