A LOVER is capable of creating life out of death; he can do the miracle. He can make the moon rise in the darkest night. That's why there is a fear about love. I have observed thousands of people trembling whenever they are on the threshold of love, afraid. Why does so much fear come out of love. 

Erich Fromm has written a beautiful book in which he says that love seems to be one of the most risky things, one of the most dangerous. And there is tremendous fear in humanity about love. People talk about love; they may be talking just to deceive

themselves. Their talk may be just a substitute to give them a feeling that they are lovers. But people are afraid of love. It gives fear, because love is death. Your ego has to be dropped completely, utterly effaced. It is suicide. Fear is natural, but if you are courageous enough and you can pass through it, if you can carry the cross of love on your shoulders, resurrection is certain. The moment ego is dropped, you are born. 

He who knows

the essence of love,

fears none.

Devoted only

to love's own form,

alive before his eyes,

his home is in

happiness itself.

Lulling lust

by lust alone

he raids the heart of the God

that churns all hearts,

finding himself

in perennial love.

Let your heart be a caring home

for the man of your heart.

Focus your vision

through the eye-black of loving.

He will be floating

on the mercurial mirror.

Hours wither like broken games

on the playground of the earth.

Abandon search

and join the carnival of love.

Abandon search

and join the carnival of love....

The Bauls say just intellectual search, seeking, is not going to help. "Join the carnival of love": that is what prayer is, that-is what worship is. Be ecstatic, joyful, celebrating, singing, dancing. Let God be allowed to be playful through you. Let playfulness be your only prayer. Let joy be your only worship.

Osho: The Beloved_Volume 2