Chapter 4: Original Innocence
The trees are green, beautiful, the stars are beautiful and the rivers are beautiful. But have you ever seen anything more beautiful than a human face? Have you ever come across anything more beautiful than human eyes? On the whole earth there is nothing more delicate than the human eyes - no rose can compete, no lotus can compete. And what depth! But Ashoka asks me, “What have I got to offer in love?” He must have lived a self-condemning life; he must have been putting himself down, burdening himself with guilt.
In fact, when somebody loves you, you are a little bit surprised. “What, me? The person loves me?” The idea arises in your mind, “Because he does not know me, that’s why. If he comes to know about me, if he comes to see through me, he will never love me.” So lovers start hiding themselves from each other, they keep many things private. They don’t open their secrets because they are afraid that the moment they open their heart the love is bound to disappear. Because they cannot love themselves, how can they conceive of anybody else loving them?
Love starts with self-love. Don’t be selfish but be self-full, and they are two different things. Don’t be a Narcissus, don’t be obsessed with yourself, but a natural self-love is a must, a basic phenomenon. Only then out of it can you love somebody else.
Accept yourself, love yourself, you are God’s creation. God’s signature is on you and you are special, unique. Nobody else has ever been like you and nobody else will ever be like you; you are simply unique, incomparable. Accept this, love this, celebrate this, and in that very celebration you will start seeing the uniqueness of the others, the incomparable beauty of the others. Love is possible only when there is a deep acceptance of oneself, the other, the world. Acceptance creates the milieu in which love grows, the soil in which love blooms.
You ask me, “What is happening? I weep as I write.” That’s beautiful, because there are things which can only be said by tears; no word is more adequate. There are things which can only be sung in tears, they are too deep for words; only tears can relate them, convey them. Good, weep in joy, celebrate your tears - life is happening to you.
And life happens only when there is no desire for any future, when you are ready to die this very moment. If death comes, your acceptance is so total that you will embrace death. You will not ask for even one more day’s time - for what? You have been living your life so totally, you are so fulfilled, that death can be accepted. Then there is no need to seek God, God will seek you. You just live in joy and see - miracles start happening.
In fact, the desire for God is the denial of him. The real religious person has no desire as such for God, there is no need. He lives intensely, he lives totally: out of that totality God arrives. God is a by-product, a consequence, of a life lived totally. And you will be surprised to know, the godly know nothing of God because God is not separate. The godly know nothing of God, they don’t think about God, they simply live God. They are gods.