This Very Body the Buddha
by Osho Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
Of the "song" of the 17th-century mystic, Hakuin, Osho comments,
"It is a very small song, but a great gift. This is a song of meditation. If meditation is without a song, it is dull and dead. You will find this song and its meaning only when you are singing and dancing, when the music of life has overtaken you."
The first words of this book:
"MY BELOVED ONES: I love you. Love is my message -- let it be your message too. Love is my color and my climate. To me, love is the only religion. All else is just rubbish, all else is nothing but mind-churning dreams. Love is the only substantial thing in life, all else is illusion. Let love grow in you and God will be growing on its own accord. If you miss love you will miss God and all.
There is no way to God without love. God can be forgotten -- if love is remembered, God will happen as a consequence. It happens as a consequence. It is the fragrance of love and nothing else. In fact there is no God but only godliness. There is no person like God anywhere. Drop all childish attitudes, don't go on searching for a father. Divineness is, God is not. When I say divineness is, I mean whatsoever is, is full of God. The green of the trees, and the red and the golden -- all is divine. This crow crying, and a bird on the wing. and a child giggling, and a dog barking -- all is divine. Nothing else exists."
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