WHEN ALL I KNOW OF LOVE IS ITS ATTACHMENTS .
WHEN ALL I KNOW OF LOVE IS ITS ATTACHMENTS .
NO, you don’t know what love is, you know only attachments; and those attachments you don’t know AS attachments, you know them as love,that is where the whole thing goes wrong.
If attachment is known as attachment it drops. And I Would insist again, IT DROPS – -you never drop it.
Just seeing the fact that this is an attachment, that attachment is a bondage – a beautiful word for bondage – that attachment is not love...
just seeing the ugliness of attachment – it drops; then arises love. The same energy that was becoming attachment, released from attachment becomes a totally different energy; it becomes love.
But this has to be YOUR understanding.
So WATCH.
When you are attached to a person, or you feel you love – just watch: Are you possessive?
If you are possessive you are trying to kill the person, because no person can ever be possessed, only things can be possessed, not persons.
How can you possess an alive person?
You can possess a house, you can possess a car, youcannot possess a human being.
How can you possess a child or a husband or a wife or a beloved?
No.
The very effort to possess says that you are trying to kill the person and change the person into a commodity, change the person into a belonging, a possession.
And all lovers go on doing this.
That’s why there is so much conflict.
Love is always – the so-called love of course – always a continuous fight between the lovers: both are trying to possess the other.
Through possession jealousy arises, the fear that the other may move, move to somebody else,the woman may not love you, or the man may start loving another woman.
Then jealousy arises.Jealousy is the shadow of possessiveness. And when jealousy arises, fear arises. All the beauty of love is lost, the whole thing has become a disease, an illness.
Love never possesses, because love knows that love is possible only in total freedom.
When the other is totally free, only then love is possible.
Love is a happening of total freedom.
When the otheris not in any way in bondage, but free to give, free not to give, TOTALLY free – only then giving is beautiful.
When somebody comes and gives his or her love to you without asking, without demanding anything in return for it, it has a beauty, it is not of this world, it has an unearthly quality to it, it is sacred.
That’s why every love in the beginning is beautiful: because in the beginning there is no expectation,in the beginning there is no possessiveness.
You meet somebody, a stranger in the train – howcan you possess?
How can you bind the other to you?
How can you become attached?
How canyou be jealous?
No, the thing is so new.
In the beginning every love gives a beautiful fragrance, abenediction, but the more you know the person the more the cunning mind starts creating politics.
Attachment is politics, love is religion.
Love has disappeared from the world because-of the mind.
People became aware that if you fall in love, allow people to fall in love, soon they become miserable.
A married person is never miserable;never happy of course, but never miserable either.
He has settled for the plain ground, he moves on the super highway – everything clean, settled. No danger.
He never moves in the forest, in the unknown. He is always moving with a map, and on every crossroad there is a milestone showing the way, where to go and what to do.
He lives like a channel, not like a river – flowing and moving and searching, and not knowing where the ocean is.
Remember, when you are in love be very alert, nothing else needs more alertness.
If you want the purity of love to grow don’t allow the mind to interfere; live in the unknown, don’t try in any way to secure the future.
This moment should be the only moment. Here-now should be the only space.
This moment you are in love – perfectly beautiful; be in love.
Don’t think of the next moment, what will happen.
Nobody knows.
And nobody can plan it.
And all planning goes wrong.
Life remains an unknown affair – and that’s why it is so beautiful.
The next moment always comes as an unknown surprise.
Don’t try to make it predictable.
A beloved is unpredictable, a wife predictable.
The moment a person becomes predictable he is dead.
OshO 💕
CHAPTER 4. WHAT TYPE OF HEAVEN IS THIS?
Tao: The Three Treasures, Vol 4
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