Diligo

                     A Cup of Love

There are small things you can do together- sitting, looking at the moon, listening to music- nothing directly to do with love. Love is very delicate, fragile. If you look at it directly, it will disappear. It comes only when you are unaware,. doing something else. You cannot go directly.  Love is not a target. It is a very subtle phenomenon; it it very shy ( and here we can guess who's words are these). If you go directly. It will hide. If you do something directly, you will miss it!

The world has become very stupid about love. They want it immediately. They want it like instant coffee - whenever you want it, order it and it is there.

Love is delicate art; it is nothing you can do. Sometimes those rare moments come....then something of the unknown descends. You are no longer on the earth; you are in paradise. Reading a book with your lover, both deeply absorbed in it, suddenly you find that different quality of been has arisen around you both. Something surrounds you both like an aura and everything is peaceful. But you werenot doing anything directly. You were just reading a book, or just just going for a long walk, hand in hand against the strong wind- and suddenly it was there. It always takes you unaware. 

In moments of deep love there are glimpses of the original face, although those glimpses are coming as reflections. Just as on a full moon night you see the moon reflected in the lake, in the silent lake, so love functions as a lake. The moon reflects in the lake is the beginning of the search for the real moon! You will go again and again into the lake to search for the moon because in the beginning you ll think this is where the real moon is,, somewhere deep down at the bottom of the lake. You will dive again and again and you will come up empty-handed; you will not find the moon there....

Then one day,..it will down on you that maybe this moon is just a reflection. That is a great insight- then you can look upward. For the first time you look upward, and the journey has started.

Love gives you glimpses of meditation!............       OSHO..