baul -xx-

Let me repeat:

'the two who are wholly present'...

In love, two persons are simply present to each other.

Doing nothing. Love knows nothing of doing. When two persons are deep in love, they are simply present to each other. They face each other, just present.

As if two lamps are burning, illuminating each other. Or two mirrors are facing each other, reflecting each other in millionfold ways.

Two lovers are just in each other's presence. Saturated by the other. Penetrated by the other.

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In that state, a moment arises - the climax, the peak moment - when the fruit is born. When they are no more two. When all distinction is lost. When the egos don't exist. When they have become pure presences.

Then, the fruit is born.

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'the two who are wholly present
can bring forth a fruit
to offer the Master'...

And that is the fruit to be offered to the Master.

To God.

They are conscious, and fruitful.

In that peak of love, they are totally conscious and fruitful.

Remember, love is not something like unconsciousness. Ordinarily, when you are in love, you become more unconscious. Then it is... lust. Then it is the very lowest denominator. Then it is the lowest rung of the ladder.

Of course it belongs to the ladder... but it is the lowest rung. At the highest rung, there is tremendous consciousness. And if you cannot be conscious in the presence of your lover, where else are you going to be conscious?

If the presence of your lover is not worth being conscious, then where else will you find the treasure to be conscious? If you love the person - if you really love - a peak of consciousness arises.

You would just like to observe, to see your beloved or your lover. You would like to be with a pure presence. And they help each other, to be more and more conscious...

Because when the one becomes more conscious, it is immediately reflected in the other. The other becomes more conscious, and it works like a chain reaction.

Higher and higher they go...

And then, there comes a moment when the fruit is born.

That fruit is called love.

That love you can offer...

to the Master of the world.

No other fruit will do.


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