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If you really want to know love, forget about love and remember meditation. If you want to bring roses into your garden, forget about roses and take care of the rosebush. Give nourishment to it, water it, take care that it gets the right amount of sun, water. If everything is taken care of, in the right time the roses are destined to come. Dancing in the wind, in the rain, in the sun.... Can't you see the tremendous beauty, the absolute joy? A small ordinary roseflower radiates the hidden splendor of existence.

Love is a spiritual experience - nothing to do with sexes and nothing to do with bodies, but something to do with the innermost being. But you have not entered into your own temple. You don't know at all who you are, and you are asking about love.

First, be thyself; first, know thyself, and love will come as a reward. It is a reward fro m the beyond. It showers on you like flowers. It fills your being, and it brings with it a tremendous longing to share. That sharing can only be indicated as love. It does not say much, but it indicates the right direction.
Love is the shadow of alertness, of consciousness. I teach you to be more conscious, and love will come as you become more conscious.

When love comes for the first time and fills your being you are absolutely overwhelmed and mystified. You don't know what is happening. You know your heart is dancing, you know you are surrounded by celestial music; you know fragrances that you have never known before. But it takes a little time to put all these experiences together and to remember that perhaps this is what love is. Slowly, slowly it sinks into your being.

When love comes for the first time and fills your being you are absolutely overwhelmed and mystified. You don't know what is happening. You know your heart is dancing, you know you are surrounded by celestial music; you know fragrances that you have never known before. But it takes a little time to put all these experiences together and to remember that perhaps this is what love is. Slowly, slowly it sinks into your being.

Love is not to be found in poetry. My own experience is that the people who write poetry about love have never experienced love. In fact their poems are just substitutes, consolations. By writing about love they are deceiving themselves and others that they know love.
Only mystics know love. It is absolutely the monopoly of the mystic. If you want to know love you will have to enter into the world of the mystic.

POQ
If you really want to know love, forget about love and remember meditation. Love is a roseflower in your being. If you want to bring roses into your garden, forget about roses and take care of the rosebush. If everything is taken care of, in the right time the roses are destined to come.

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