Love is the real gold, in fact the only gold. Except love, all is dust. Those who live without love are living in mud. They will never know anything divine, they will know only dust and dust and dust. They will never see anything of the beyond. They will crawl on the earth, they will be living dead. They will never look upwards, the sky full of stars will not be for them. They will not see the sunrise, they will not see the beauty of existence, the ecstasy that is all over the place.
Trees are dancing and birds are singing and there is great joy. But only a person who knows love is capable of understanding all this, of becoming part of this celebration.
Love more and more, for no reason at all, for the sheer joy of it, for the insight that it brings. Love is the bridge between human and divine. If we can love, that is religion enough. More than that is not needed, more than that is superfluous, more than that is pure ritual; it is meant for stupid people.
The intelligent person will live a life of love because that is the only spiritual life. He will not be a Christian or a Mohammedan or a Hindu; he will be simply a lover, a lover of existence. But through his love he will come to know God, through his love he will BECOME God!


Even Bein Gawd Aint A Bed of Roses
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