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jealous. Sexual love cannot go beyond jealousy, jealousy is ingrained in it.
Once you know that bliss is coming from your own core, Possessiveness disappears. Then you love and you don't demand, then you love and there are no conditions in it.
And when you have become rooted in the second, and the falling and stumbling in love has stopped, you are coming closer to my meaning of love. Once you have become established, rooted, and you have started enjoying your own bliss body, then one day you suddenly see something else, far more a blessing than bliss itself, is reaching to you. Rays of something, which are more blissful than bliss itself, are reaching to you. And they are coming from your innermost, your very inner shrine. Then you start searching for those, and you start rising. The fall disappears and the tree starts growing towards the sky.
And when you reach to the source of your being -- the essential body, the Buddha body, the truth body -- love is fulfilled. My word 'love' has the ultimate meaning of that experience.
But it is natural, Vidya, that you will understand in your own way. Just keep a little space for me too, just a little space. Ninety-nine percent you understand your way, I accept that: just leave one percent space for me. And soon you will see that that one percent has defeated your ninety nine percent. But right now it is natural.
A man walked into a bar in a fiercely Catholic district of Northern Ireland. In his lapel he was wearing a small Union Jack, the emblem of Protestant extremists. Attached by a chain to his left hand was a large, vicious-looking crocodile. Silence fell in the bar as the man approached the counter.
'Do you serve Protestants in this bar?' he asked the bar man.
'Yes sir, yes sir,' stuttered the bar man nervously, gazing into the crocodile's yawning mouth.
'Well then, I'LL have a pint of beer for myself and two Protestants for my crocodile.'
People have different meanings....
A bus driver in the southern United States was letting some people on to his bus. He asked a black man what color he was. The man answered, 'Black.' The bus driver replied, 'No,
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