Sunday, February 12, 2006
Forget yourself..
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. - Henry Miller
What do you call this?.... "love"?
This is an interesting view I've recently come across, on "what is ordinarily known as love". Have you peeled off your 99% of impurities to touch and hold in your hands the 1% of love? I have not. That process of purification seems to take forever.......
"Love is the door to the divine. It is the only way to relate oneself to the ultimate. But before you can know what love is, you have to go through many purifications. Because what is ordinarily known as love is not only love, many other things are mixed in it. It is very much polluted; it is not pure. Maybe one percent of it is love, but ninety-nine percent is something else. And that ninety-nine percent is dominating, over-powering, overwhelming. The one percent is crushed, destroyed by that ninety-nine percent. One has to drop that ninety-nine percent. There is so much jealousy in your love, and jealousy is poison. There is so much possessiveness in your love, and possessiveness is destructive. Love is a very delicate flower. And to be possessive means throwing a rock on the flower." - Osho
"Love is the door to the divine. It is the only way to relate oneself to the ultimate. But before you can know what love is, you have to go through many purifications. Because what is ordinarily known as love is not only love, many other things are mixed in it. It is very much polluted; it is not pure. Maybe one percent of it is love, but ninety-nine percent is something else. And that ninety-nine percent is dominating, over-powering, overwhelming. The one percent is crushed, destroyed by that ninety-nine percent. One has to drop that ninety-nine percent. There is so much jealousy in your love, and jealousy is poison. There is so much possessiveness in your love, and possessiveness is destructive. Love is a very delicate flower. And to be possessive means throwing a rock on the flower." - Osho