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without the fragrance of joy?
And what is joy but the fragrance of love?
Yet the world is full of mad people
seeking happiness their whole lives –
but with their backs turned towards love!
The doors to God only open
when love turns into the prayer of our total being.
But perhaps
yet eyes closed to love
will, even so, never be able to see them.
And what is this you write?
No! No! How can love’s contact be so?
Love turns even a moment into eternity.
Where there is love
there is nothing momentary,
where there is love
there is eternity.
Is a drop just a drop?
No! No! It is the ocean!
The drop seen through eyes of love becomes the ocean!
50. Love.
I have got your letter.
I know well how your soul thirsts;
soon it can be quenched –
you are right at the brink of the lake.
You only have to open your eyes,
and I can see that the lids are about to lift.
I shall be with you then,
always with you,
so don’t worry.
the seed takes its own time to break and bloom.
Give my regards to all.
More when we meet.
51. Love.
I have received your letter and your questions.
About death I have remained quiet on purpose,
because I want to awaken inquiry about life.
Those who ponder over death reach nowhere.
Because, in fact, how can death be known without dying?
Hence, the total outcome of such thinking
is either a belief that the soul is immortal or
that the end of one’s life is a total end, nothing remains after that.
They are both mere beliefs.
One belief is based on the fear of death,
the other on the end of the body.
I want man not to get entangled in beliefs and opinions,
because that is not the direction to experiencing, to knowing.
And what else can be found by thinking about death
but belief systems and dogmas?
Thought never takes one beyond the known.
And death is unknown.
Hence, it cannot be known through thinking.
I want to turn your attention towards life.
Life is – here and now.
One can enter it.
Death is never here and now –
either it is in the future or in the past.
Death is never in the present.
Has this fact ever come to your attention,
that death is never in the present?
But life is always in the present – neither in the past
nor in the future.
If it is, it is now; otherwise it never is.
Hence it can be known, because it can be lived,