“The act of loving
is not an ideal dream.
Loving grows
from the grilling of lust –
like feeling death,
being wholly alive.

“The clay-beetle buried
in the earth lives on clay,
nestling in it.
Lovers who know how
love can overcome lust –
though an uphill walk,
even for a man of strength…”

The very courageous, the really strong people, the really adventurous, become attracted towards paths of self-realization or paths of self-transformation. Religion is the greatest adventure there is. Going to Everest is nothing, going to the moon also is nothing; going to the highest peak of your being is the real task. Because in the first place, we are not even aware that the peak exists. In the first place, we are so unconscious that we don’t know what we are doing. We don’t know what we are doing with our lives.

I have heard….

The manager of a small power plant was electrocuted while on the job. The assistant manager informed the police chief, the coroner, and the workmen in the plant. They gathered, horror-stricken, about the body of the dead manager stretched out on the floor, and began to speculate how an experienced man could commit so fatal an error.

“The only thing I can think of,” remarked the assistant manager, “is that poor Joe must have picked up this terminal in one hand….”

The assistant manager picked up the terminal and then without thinking reached out with his other hand and came into contact with…Bang!

The assistant manager was stretched out next to the manager, but the mystery was now resolved to everyone’s satisfaction.

Man is unconscious. You go on doing things without knowing why. You go on doing things you could not do if you were even a little conscious. What we are doing with our life is just sleeping through it. Consciousness has to be evolved. The more consciousness you have, the more energy starts flowing upwards on its own accord. Consciousness is the clue, the key, the master key. Lust becomes love through consciousness, so love cannot be an unconscious thing.

When Bauls say that love is the door, they don’t mean the love that you call love. Your love is as unconscious as anything else. It is unconscious, that’s why we use the expression “falling in love.” Yes, it is a “falling in.” The love Bauls are talking about is a rising in love, not falling in love. It is not a fall, it is a rise. So don’t misunderstand that your love is what Bauls are talking about. Your love is just a name for lust – a good name, a beautiful, nice name. And beware of nice words because they can be very deceptive. If you label lust as love, you will be deceived by your own labeling.