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be a Buddha and a Christ. If once in a while a person is not, that can be forgiven, that can be allowed -- to err is human. But millions of people are just like rocks, robots: functioning from birth to death, but not knowing what life is, not really living, not enjoying, because to enjoy life you will need totally different qualities.

You will have to be more sensitive, you will have to be soft, you will have to be vulnerable. You will have to be more feminine, and you will have to come closer and closer to the heart. You will have to be less calculative, less logical. You will have to risk your head, only then can you attain to the heart. Hence I say: Enough is enough. Now go beyond it: become a fertile field. I want to grow roses in you!

(Prem Sangit)

No music is higher than love, no music is more musical than love. All music is a pale reflection of love, a very faraway, distant echo, because love simply means the art of playing on the veena of your heart. The heart is a musical instrument. It is a veena -- the most exquisite musical instrument, with immense potential: it can contain all the harmony of existence and it can express that harmony. But we never learn the art of love. We learn all other arts which are useful for life but we don't learn the art of love because love has no utility. It is like a rose flower -- what utility does it have? It is like a beautiful star: it is not a commodity; you cannot sell it, you cannot purchase it -- you cannot make money out of it. Hence nobody is interested in love; people are interested in money, and people are interested in things which will bring more and more money.

Love may do just the opposite: rather than bringing anything to you it may take everything that you have. You may have to sacrifice your very life for it. It demands your totality. Hence very few courageous people ever move into the dimension of love. Everybody thinks that he loves but that is only thinking; otherwise the world would be a paradise -- if everybody was right. So many people, millions of people, loving each other: parents loving children, children loving parents, husbands loving wives, wives loving husbands, friends

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