The other day I read:
I am here; look into me, feel me, try to imbibe my spirit in you, let my flame come closer to you. Any moment there can be a jump -- my flame can jump and light your unlit candle. Just come close, come close ... and when I say come close I mean be more and more in love. Love is the only closeness there is; love is the only intimacy there is. It is not a question of physical closeness, it is a question of inner intimacy. Be open to me, as I am open to you; be available to me, as I am available to you. Don't be afraid, you have nothing to lose ... except your chains.
from THE ART OF DYING: talks on Hasidism by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
I read two or three pages of his book almost every day. This is my routine ritual in the morning. I forgot when I had started reading this book, so I looked up my Red Bird's entries and found out that I was reading THE WHITE LOTUS in May last year. If so, I have been reading THE ART OF DYING for about one year, which I will finish reading in a few days.
Sometimes the words of Osho Rajneesh are so impressive and moving that I try to remember. For some hours I keep the feeling in my heart, but alas, my silly brain forget the treasure soon. Optimistically, I guess that I have kept them in my heart, not in my mind. But then, why am I shocked so much by him again and again?
And this time, "Love." Only love can do. Love is the key. I should remember, or this might be the time I should practice.