To be loving costs nothing, and yet it always comes back a thousandfold. You go on becoming richer and richer. It is a strange economics of existence.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed.
The moment you possess anything you have killed it. And millions are the people in the world who have killed their love with their own hands. They should look at their hands: they are covered with the blood of their own love. And now they are miserable; they never wanted to kill it, there was no intention to kill it, but in their unconsciousness they started possessing. If they loved someone, they wanted to possess that person totally. Husbands are possessing their wives, wives are possessing their husbands, parents are possessing their children. Teachers are trying in every possible way to possess their students. Politicians are trying to possess countries. Religions are trying to possess millions of people and their lives. They are all murderers, because the moment you try to possess you have killed.
Life thrives only in freedom. If you love, you will give more and more freedom to your beloved. And love never allows anyone to possess it, because love is your very soul. If you allow somebody to possess it, you have committed suicide.
So love is either murdered or commits suicide. People are simply walking corpses with begging bowls searching for love, for warmth, for tenderness. And they are not going to find it because they have created a stupid society, they have created a mad world.
The basis of everybody going neurotic or psychotic is simple: their souls are not nourished. Love is very nourishment. You can have all the wealth of the world, if you don’t have love, you are the poorest man – unnecessarily burdened with wealth, palaces, empires.
But one who loves, one who has known the secret of love – not to possess and not to be possessed – is really born again. He has become, in the true sense, alive. He will have all the beautiful experiences of life, all the great ecstasies of existence.
If love grows in your heart, you are pregnant with godliness. It is godliness growing within you. Slowly, slowly you will disappear and there will only be pure godliness. It is felt: those who have been close to Gautam Buddha or Mahavira have felt it. It is a strange story that neither Mahavira believes in God nor Buddha believes in God. People think that they are atheists, but no, absolutely no. They don’t believe in God because they themselves are God.