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Chapter 7: Love Possesses Not

There is no need to be a beggar. Love makes you an emperor. It gives itself, and strangely enough, finds that the same love has become a thousandfold and has returned from all directions. The more you give it the more you have it.

Humanity looks so poor because we have forgotten the cosmic law. Instead of giving, love has become a beggar, it is continuously asking. The wife is asking, “Give me love, I am your wife.” The husband is saying, “Give me love.” Everyone is asking, “Give me love.” Who is going to give? - all are beggars.

You should come near an emperor like me, who gives and goes on giving because it is an inexhaustible source. And the more I have loved people, the more I was surprised: my love has increased and I can give more.

I have heard a story: a man’s dog died. He had been very loving toward the dog, and the dog was rare - a beautiful piece of art. It was not just an ordinary dog; generations of crossbreeding had created it. The man was very sad. He went to the same pet shop where he had purchased the first dog, and said that he wanted something better; otherwise he would not be able to forget his old dog.

The owner said, “Don’t be worried. I have a very rare dog - and very cheap.” He showed him the dog and certainly, the man had never seen such a beautiful dog with such a philosophical face, with such loving eyes, with such a beautiful body.

He said, “I am ready to pay anything.”

But the owner said, “He’s not very costly, he’s the cheapest dog I have. There are more costly dogs if you want.”

The man went around and he was surprised: those costly dogs were nothing compared to that cheap dog. He asked the owner: “I’m puzzled and confused. Why are you selling that dog so cheaply?”

The owner said, “You don’t understand. First purchase it, and then you will understand.”

So he purchased the dog - at such a cheap price! You could not even get a vagabond dog from the street at that price.

Puzzled, he went home. In the morning he looked and the dog had disappeared. He said, “My God, where has the dog gone? The house was locked and I am alone.”

He rushed back to the shop and the dog was there, sitting in his place. The owner said, “Have you understood why he is the cheapest dog? He always comes back. He has been sold a thousand times but he is so obedient. You can have him,” he said, “but what is the point if he comes back, and has been sold a thousand times?”

When I read the story I could remember only one thing in my experience - because I don’t have a dog, although dogs come once in awhile. But I know about love. It is not only cheap, it has no price at all.

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