Love - Light cannot shed the light,unless It has light.

        

     Love is the greatest experiment in life, and those who live without experimenting with love energy,will never know what life is, you will only remain on the surface without going into the depth of it. 

·       Are you loving  yourself ? 

If a man cannot love himself, he cannot love anybody else , A man who loves himself takes the first step toward real love. A man who loves himself respects himself. And a man who loves and respects himself respects others, too, because he knows: “Just as I am, so are others.

The man who loves himself enjoys the love so much, becomes so blissful, that the love starts overflowing, it starts reaching others. It has to reach! Slowly the ripples start reaching farther and farther. You love other people, then you start loving animals, birds, trees, rocks. You can fill the whole universe with your love. A single person is enough to fill the whole universe with love, just as a single pebble can fill the whole lake with ripples—a small pebble.

It is like throwing a pebble into a silent lake: The first, circular ripples will arise around the pebble, very close to the pebble—naturally, And then they will go on spreading; they will reach the farthest shore. If you stop those ripples arising close to the pebble, there will be no other ripples at all.

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·    Right now, what you call love is addressed to someone, confined to someone. And love is not a phenomenon that can be confined. You can have it in your open hands, but you cannot have it in your fist. The moment your hands are closed, they are empty. The moment they are open, the whole of existence is available to you.

·     Love is the only freedom from attachment. When you love everything you are attached to nothing.

·    The real love is a nourishment, it strengthens your soul , The ordinary love is a demand, the real love is a sharing. It knows nothing of demand; it knows the joy of giving. The ordinary love pretends too much. The real love is no pretentious; it simply is.

·    Love never waits to be rewarded, even to be thanked. If the thankfulness comes from ,the other side, love is always surprised—it is a pleasant surprise, because there was no expectation.

·    You cannot frustrate real love, because there is no expectation in the first place. And you cannot fulfill unreal love because it is so rooted in expectation that whatsoever is done always falls short. Its expectation is too great, nobody can fulfill it. So the unreal love always brings frustration, and the real love always brings fulfillment.

·    Love is one of the most precious experiences, but before you can love someone, you have to find yourself; otherwise, who is going to love? You don’t know anything about yourself. You are absolutely unconscious. In this unconsciousness, whatever you do is going to be wrong. ·     

·    You must have heard the parable of Narcissus. He had fallen in love with himself. Looking into a silent pool of water, he fell in love with his own reflection

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The Myth of Narcissus and Echo

Narcissus ( son of cephisus river god) was a handsome hunter who broke the hearts of the many women. Despite their love, he remained  unfriendly and arrogant.

Meanwhile, the beautiful forest nymph Echo had incurred the ire of the goddess Juno, who punished Echo for talking too much by depriving her of free expression. From then on, she could only repeat the last words of others. Echo spotted Narcissus and became infatuated. She longed for his attention, but he was fixated on himself. She tried to call out to him, yet couldn’t.

One day, Narcissus became separated from his hunting companions and called out, “Is anyone there?” Echo could only repeat his words. Startled, he said, “Come here,” which Echo repeated. Echo jubilantly rushed to Narcissus, but he spurned her, saying, “Hands off! May I die before you enjoy my body.” Humiliated and rejected, Echo fled in shame. Nevertheless, her love for Narcissus grew.

To punish Narcissus for his arrogance, Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, put a spell on him. When Narcissus next noticed his reflection in a pool of water, love overtook him. He believed that he’d finally found someone worthy of his love and became entirely absorbed with his own beautiful image, not realizing it was actually himself.

Unable to get Narcissus’ attention, Echo’s obsession and depression grew. As the years passed, she lost her youth and beauty pining away for unattainable Narcissus until she wasted away, only leaving behind her echoing voice. He eventually committed suicide, consumed by his impossible love, leaving a flower in his place.

·    Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection—not with himself. That is not true self-love. He fell in love with the reflection; the reflection is the other. He had become two, he had become divided. Narcissus was split.

When you fall in love with a woman, watch, be alert—it may be nothing but narcissism. The woman’s face, and her eyes, and her words, may be simply functioning as a lake in which you are seeing your reflection. My own observation is this: Out of a hundred loves, ninety-nine are narcissistic. People don’t love the woman that is there. They love the appreciation that the woman is giving to them, the attention that the woman is giving to them, the flattery that the woman is showering on the man. The woman flatters the man, the man flatters the woman—it is a mutual flattery.

·     Real love is always in the present. Egoistic love is always either in the past or in the future In real love there is a passionate coolness. It will look paradoxical, but all greater realities of life are paradoxical; hence I call it passionate coolness. There is warmth, but there is no heat in it. Warmth certainly is there, but there is also coolness in it, a very collected, calm, cool state. Love makes one less feverish. But if it is not real love but egoistic love, then there is great heat. Then the passion is there like fever, there is no coolness at all.

       If you really want to know love, forget about love and remember 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, in the right time the roses are destined to come. You cannot bring them earlier, you cannot force them to open up sooner. And you cannot ask a rose to be more perfect. Have you ever seen a rose that is not perfect? What more do you want? Ever rose in its uniqueness is perfect. Dancing in the wind, in the rain, in the sun . . ....can’t you see the tremendous beauty, the absolute joy? A small ordinary rose radiates the hidden splendor of existence. Love is a rose in your being. But prepare your being—dispel the darkness and the unconsciousness. Become more and more alert and aware, and love will come on 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 trying to find out how to love better. First, be thyself; than 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 a tremendous longing to share.

·    In fact, before you attain to it you will have to disappear. When love will be there, you will not be there. - Hence when you are filled with LOVE you are GOD ,  LOVE is GOD