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Whatever can I give you in return?

23. Love.

I looked for your letter as soon as I got here yesterday.

Though it was Sunday, I kept waiting for it.

It came this evening –

how much you write in so few words!

When the heart is full it pours into the words

and so few are needed.

An ocean of love can be contained in just a jug!

As for scriptures on love –

it is enough to know the four letters of the word!

Do you know how many times I read

through your letters?

24. Love.

Your letter arrived this morning.

The garland you have weaved

from flowers of love

has a fragrance that I can catch!

And the love-vine you have sown

spreads through my heart!

The tears of your love and joy

bring light and strength to my eyes!

How blissful it all is!

25. Love.

I am in bliss.

It was good that you met me in Bombay,

my heart was overjoyed to see what is happening in you.

This is how a person prepares

and moves along the stairway towards truth.

Life is a dual journey:

one journey is in time and space

the other is within oneself and truth.

The first ends in death

the second in deathlessness.

The second is the real journey

because it takes you somewhere.

Those who take the first journey as it, waste their lives.

The real life begins the day you start

the other journey.

A really good beginning

has taken place in your consciousness

and I am filled with bliss to feel this.

26. Love.

On my return home from the tour

I looked for your letter.

It came together with the grapes

so the letter, already sweet, became still sweeter.

I am in bliss.

Your love enhances it yet more

and the love of all makes it infinite.

One body – so much bliss!

What else can others do but envy he

who feels all bodies to be his!

May God make you envious of me,

may everybody envy me,

this is my prayer.

27. Love.

Your letter reached me

as I was sitting on that very same spot on the grass!

What I was thinking then

I shall tell you only when we meet.

What a fragrance memories leave behind!

When life is filled with love

it is so blissful.

Life’s only paupers are those

without love in their hearts,

and how to describe the good fortune

of those whose hearts hold nothing but love!

In moments of such abundance

one encounters God.

Only love alone have I known as God.

28. Love.

I received your letter.

I am blissful to learn of your bliss.

This for me is bliss.

With every breath

I pray for all to be filled with bliss.

This is my understanding of religion.

The religion that ends in temples, mosques, churches,

is a dead religion.

A religion that fails to go beyond dead words and doctrines

has no significance.

An authentic and living religion

unites one with the whole

and leads one to the whole.

Religion is whatever unites you with the cosmos.

Whatever feelings lead you towards

this marvelous meeting and merging

are prayers, and all those prayers

can be expressed in a single word;

that word is love.

What does love want?

Love wants to share with all

the bliss it has.

Love wants to share itself with everyone!

To give of oneself unconditionally – that is love.

To love is to dedicate

one’s being to the whole

as the drop surrenders to the sea.

I pulsate with such love.

It has filled my life with nectar and light.

Now I have only one wish:

that what has happened to me should happen to all!

Give my love to everyone there.

29. Love.

I received your letter.

How did you hurt your finger?

It sounds as if you are not taking care of your body.

And why the restless mind?

In this dreamlike world

there is nothing worth making the mind restless for.

Peace is the greatest bliss

and there is nothing worth losing it for.

Meditate on it.

Just being aware of the truth brings about inner change.

I think you won’t be coming to Udaipur to assist me

and that’s on your mind.

Come if you can,

if you can’t – never mind,

you are helping me all the time.

Isn’t one’s love help enough?

If you don’t come I will miss you

because the camp at Udaipur

is linked for me with being with you,

so I am hoping you can come.

Regards to all.

30. Love,

and lots of it.

I looked at once for your letter

amongst the pile waiting for me on my return.

I can’t tell you how glad I was to get it –

written by hand, too.

You write: Now your presence is felt in your absence.

Love really is presence.

Where there is love

space and time vanish,

and where there is no love

even what is near in space and time

keeps immeasurably apart.

Only lovelessness separates

and love is the only nearness.

Those who find total love

discover everything within themselves.

The whole world then is inside, not outside

and the moon and stars lie in the inner sky.

In this fullness of love, ego vanishes.

I want God to lead you to this fullness.

31. Love.

I arrived here yesterday

and have been thinking of writing ever since

but it didn’t happen until now.

Forgive the delay

though even a single day’s delay is no small delay!

What shall I say about the return journey?

It was very blissful.

I kept sleeping, and you were with me.

It appeared I had left you behind

but actually you were still with me.

This is the being-together that is so real

that it cannot be divided.

Physical nearness is not nearness,

there can be no union on that level,

only an unbridgeable gulf,

but there is another nearness which is not of the body,

and its name is love.

Once gained it is never lost.

Then no separation exists

despite vast distances in the visible world.

If you can arrive at this distancelessness

with even one other it can be found with everybody.

One is the door, the all, the goal.

The beginning of love is through one, the end is all.

The love that unites you with everything,

with nothing excluded, I call religion,

and the love that stops anywhere I call sin.

32. Love.

I received your letter;

I have been waiting for it ever since I returned.

But how sweet it is to wait!

Life itself is a waiting!

Seeds wait to sprout,

rivers to reach the ocean.

What does man wait for?

He too is the seed for some tree,

a river for some ocean.

Whoever looks deep inside

finds that a longing for the endless and boundless

is his very being.

And whoever recognizes this

begins his journey towards God

because who can be thirsty and not look for water?

This has never happened and never will!

Where there is longing,

there is thirst for attainment.

I want to make everyone aware of this thirst.

I want to convert everyone’s life into a waiting.

The life that has turned into a waiting for God

is the true life.

All other ways of life are just a waste, a disaster.

33. Love.