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whole world would be overflowing with love, flooded with love. But love seems to be nowhere at all, there is not even a trace. The world is absolutely love-less, a desert, with not even an oasis. So our love must be something pseudo.
We believe that we love and that belief helps us not to love, that belief helps us never to learn the art of love. It is the subtlest art. I call religion nothing but an insight into the phenomenon of love. When you love a person you are becoming religious without your knowing it. When you start loving more people you are becoming more religious. Without your knowing it at all, God has already entered in you so silently that you have not even heard his footsteps.
When you fall in love with a Master that is the most precious love possible on the earth. The God takes possession of you. Then he has really made a way into your heart. Not only on the periphery, he is no more scratching on the periphery: he has dug the well to the very core of your being. There is only one step more and love comes to its perfection.
The love between a Master and a disciple is just the last but one, and then you enter from the door of the Master into the divine. You disappear as you are; a totally new being is born. You will not be able to recognise the new being at all because it has nothing to do with the old, with the past. It is so totally new, it is discontinuous with the past. This is how one becomes a Buddha, how one becomes a Christ, a Krishna: dying to the old absolutely so that one can be born.
Sannyas has to be a death and a resurrection . Be ready to die! Resurrection follows automatically, of its own accord. All that is needed from your side is readiness to die. Die as an ego, die as a separate entity, and then the whole universe is yours with all its beauty and grandeur, with all its blessings and benediction.
A sense of humour has never been thought to be religious. That has to be introduced into religion because without a sense of humour a man becomes dry, dull, desertlike. With a sense of humor so many flowers start blooming in you. The old spirituality was serious, the new spirituality has to be playful.
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