奧修演講文章

50
Love.
I have got your letter.
I know well how your soul thirsts;
soon it can be quenched --
you are right at the brink of the lake;
you only have to open your eyes,
and I can see that the lids are about to lift.
I shall be with you then,
always with you,
so don't worry.
Be patient and wait;
the seed takes its own time to break and bloom.

Give my regards to all.
More when we meet.

51
Love.
I received your letter.
I am always with you.
Don't be worried,
don't be sad,
and leave your sadhana in the hands of God.
Let His will be done.
Be like a dry leaf,
let the winds take you where they will --
isn't this what is meant by shunya (emptiness)?
Do not swim,
just float.
Isn't this what is meant by shunya?

My regards to all.

52
Love.
Your letter has come.
Love has not to be asked for --
it is never obtained by asking;
love comes through giving --
it is our own echo.

You feel my love pouring on you
because you have become a river of love flowing
towards me,
and when your love flows like this towards all
you will find the whole world flowing in love
towards you.

To respond with unconditional love towards all,
towards that which is,
is the God-experience.

53
Love.
Can two persons ever meet?
It is just not possible on this earth,
communication seems impossible --
but at times the impossible happens.
The other day it did.
Being with you, I felt meeting IS possible,
and also communication,
and without words, too.
Your tears answered me.
I am deeply grateful for those tears.
Such response is very rare.

I have seen your madhu shala,
seen it again and again.
If I could sing
I would sing the same song that is there.
I call that sannyas the real sannyas
which accepts the world with joy.
Aren't samsara and moksha really one?
Duality exists in ignorance,
in knowledge there is only one.
Oh, can that really be religion
which cannot sing and dance the songs of bliss auld
love?

P.S. I hear you are due to come here.
Come, and come soon.
Who can trust time --
Look -- it is morning and the sun rises;
how long will it be before it sets?

54
Love.
I am one with all things --
in beauty,
in ugliness,
for whatsoever is --
there I am.
Not only in virtue
but in sin too I am a partner,
and not only heaven
but hell too is mine.
Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu --
it is easy to be their heir,
but Genghis, Taimur and Hitler?
They are also within me!
No, not half -- I am the whole of mankind!
Whatsoever is man's is mine --
flowers and thorns,
darkness as well as light,
and if nectar is mine, whose is poison?
Nectar and poison -- both are mine.
Whoever experiences this
I call religious,
for only the anguish of such experience
can revolutionize life on earth.

55
I have received your letter.
I was very glad indeed to get it, more so since you
have sent a blank sheet.
But I have read in it all that you have not written
but wanted to write.
Besides, what can words say?
Even after writing, what you had meant to write
remains unwritten. so your silent letter is very
lovely.
As it is, whenever you come to see me you are
mostly silent, but your eyes tell all, and your silence
too.
Some deep thirst has touched you, some unknown
shore has called you.
Whenever God calls He calls this way -- but how
long will you go on standing on the shore?
Look! The sun is out and the winds can't wait to
fill the boat's sails!

56
Love.
I have received your letters -- but they are not
just letters really, they are poems born out of love,
out of love and prayer, for where there is love there
is prayer.
So it is possible to get glimpses of God through
another whom one loves -- love providing the eyes that
can see God.
Love is the door through which He appears.
So when one loves all he can be seen in all things.
Part and whole in fact are not in opposition: deep
love for even one other finally spreads to all because
love dissolves the self; leaving the no-self.

Love is like the sun, the individual like frozen
ice.
Love's sun melts the icebergs leaving a limitless
ocean.
So the search for love is really the search for
God, because love melts, and also destroys; because
love only melts and only destroys.

It is both birth and death.
In it the self dies and THE ALL is born.
So there is certainly pain -- in the birth as well
as in the death.
Love is a deep anguish of birth as well as death.
But the poetry flowering in you shows that you have
begun to experience the joy that lies in love's
anguish.