Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.
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If I sit here long enough the walls will lose their hues. Turquoise sheens will fade to cooling blues and the illusive warmth will degrade into shivers that travel like snakes. Alone here there is not much to do, but life long habits start surfacing and I find myself in a dark forest watching small forms with bright eyes staring back at me. This is a memory.
Within our selves we seek truth and we believe that we are something. But when we determine what actually constitutes life, all the components and substance, it is nothing but happening. We are in the middle of it but our place must be taken silently.