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Chapter 4: Burning Up

If you really want to know love, forget about love, remember about 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, the roses are destined to come in the right time. You cannot bring them earlier, you cannot force them to open up sooner, and you cannot ask a roseflower to be more perfect.

Have you ever seen a roseflower that is not perfect? What more do you want? Every roseflower is perfect in its uniqueness. 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 roseflower in your being - but prepare your being. Dispel the darkness and the unconsciousness. Become more and more alert and aware, and love will come of its own accord, in its own time. You need not worry about it. And whenever it comes it is always perfect.

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 even 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 from the beyond. It showers on you like flowers, fills your being. And it goes on showering on you, and it brings with it a tremendous longing to share. That sharing can only be indicated in human language as “love.” It does not say much, but it indicates the right direction. Love is a shadow of alertness, of consciousness.

I teach you to be more conscious. And love will come as you become more conscious: it is a guest that comes, that comes inevitably to those who are ready and prepared to receive it. You are not even ready to recognize it.

If love comes to your door, you will not recognize it. If love knocks on your doors, you may find a thousand and one excuses. You may perhaps think it is some strong wind.or some other excuse. You will not open the doors. And even if you open the doors you will not recognize love because you have never seen love before. How can you recognize it?

You can recognize only something that you know. 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 are the people who do not know love. I am personally acquainted with great poets who have written beautiful poetry about love, and I know they 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.

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