“He takes out the garbage every morning.” Nancy asked, “How do you know your husband loves you?” And the more purified it is, the more ecstatic. If it passes through meditation, it is purified. Love as you know it is a kind of disease: it needs the medicine of meditation. ‘Medicine’ and ‘meditation’ come from the same root. That is possible only if love becomes more and more meditative. Whosoever is capable of drinking out of your infinite sources of being, you are available – you are available unconditionally. So whosoever is capable of partaking, can partake. Rather than saying that you love somebody, it will be better to say you are love. It is unaddressed: you don’t love this person or that person, you simply love. When I talk about love, I am talking about love as a state. It surpasses all the joys that you have known. Hence the radiant beauty of it, hence the transcendental beauty of it. Their love is given for the sheer joy of giving it it is not a bargain. I love you too, Buddha loves, Jesus loves, but their love demands nothing in return.
At its highest, love is a religious state of consciousness. At its lowest, love is just a political relationship. 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. 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. Nothing is wrong with it if you can use it as a stepping-stone, if you can use it as a meditation. Why? Because to be in love with human beings has become an utter hell, a continuous conflict – nagging, always at each other’s throats. People are falling in love with horses, dogs, animals, machines, things. “My wife?” said the gentleman, surprised.
In this day of numerous divorces I admire a man who so passionately loves his wife.” “I couldn’t help listening to those affectionate words. “And do you know what really thrills me? The way she nibbles my ear.” “You’re very fortunate,” commented his friend. Her beautiful big brown eyes, her head so proud and erect…” “I would too if she were mine,” agreed his friend. It is simple it is not as complex as it is going to be with human beings.Īt a cocktail party the hostess couldn’t help overhearing the conversation of a suave gentleman. It is better to love a dog, a cat, a parrot it is better to love a car – because you can dominate them well, and the other never tires to dominate you. Millions of people have decided not to love human beings any more. Soon that sugar wears off, and the realities start appearing in stark nakedness and the whole thing becomes ugly.
When you are in the beginning of a love affair, those honeymoon days, you taste something sweet. And sooner or later that sugar disappears. Ninety-nine percent of it is bitter there is only that one percent of sugar that you have coated on top of it.
That’s why love creates more misery than joy. Hence so much possessiveness and so much jealousy become a part, an intrinsic part, of your love. You cannot do it deliberately it is an unconscious mechanism. And I am not saying that you are doing it deliberately or consciously – you are not that conscious yet. You talk about love but the deep desire is to exploit the other. It is politics, the whole thing is political: you want to dominate the other, you enjoy domination.Īnd love is nothing but politics sugar-coated, a bitter pill sugar-coated. And millions of people never know anything about love except this politics – the politics that exists between husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. Whether you call it politics or not is not the question, it is political. Wherever love is contaminated by the idea of domination, it is politics. 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.Īdolf Hitler will have one idea of love, Gautam Buddha another and they will be diametrically opposite, because they are at two extremes.Īt the lowest, love is a kind of politics, power politics. There are many, many layers, many planes of love. Love is a hierarchy, from the lowest rung to the highest, from sex to superconsciousness. There are as many loves as there are people.