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now, because we cannot think even of the next moment. Next moment she may be gone, so there is no future.
And when there is no future, the mind cannot go on controlling you. The mind can control only through the future, through postponing. It says 'Tomorrow. Wait -- let me do my things right now; tomorrow you can do other things. There is tomorrow, so why are you in such a hurry?' But when there is no tomorrow and suddenly you feel the curtain falling then the mind cannot deceive you. And these moments can become of immense revelation.
So be loving! All that we have is love -- everything else is immaterial because everything else is on the outside; only love comes from the inside. Everything else -- we can give money and things and presents... we have not brought them with us; we have collected them here. We come naked but we come full of love! We come empty of everything else but we come full of love, overflowing. So when we give our love, then only do we give. That's the gift, the real gift, and that can be given only when death is standing there. So never miss the opportunity.
She may survive, but then you would have learned a lesson of tremendous importance. Then don't forget that lesson, because nobody needs to be seriously ill to die! One can simply die of a heart attack, any moment. So never postpone love; you can postpone everything else but not love. And the man who never postpones love becomes love, and to become love is to know god. And death is a great opportunity: it throws you back into your love source. So be around her, shower your love energy... If she dies, she dies in a great loving space -- if she survives, she survives as a new being; both ways it is perfectly good. Death doesn't matter -- all that matters is love.
And when people feel very sad after a person has gone, the reason for their sadness is not the death of the person but the guilty feeling that they didn't love, that they didn't give enough; they could have given. My observation is that whenever a loved one dies, those who are left behind start feeling guilty. To hide their guilt they cry and weep and they make much fuss. That is just somehow a substitute
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