10 August 2007

              Osho on Love

              You fall in love with a woman
              because she is so new:
              the physiology, the colour of her hair,
              the way she walks, turns, says hello.
              Everything is new, the territory unknown:
              you are drawn like a moth at night
              to a glass-walled flame.
              As you approach, she runs away:
              that is part of the game.
              If she simply says, "Yes, I am ready,"
              the mystery would fade that very moment -
              in fact you would think of
              how to run away. Man is a hunter,
              so when the woman is chased,
              running away, hiding here and there,
              avoiding, saying no,
              the man gets hot. The challenge
              becomes intense, the woman must be
              conquered. Now he grows ready
              to die for her, to do whatever is needed,
              his heart will flutter, he will fly,
              singe his wings on her heat,
              beat his small head on her glass walls.
              Before the night ends, he will
              take her, yes he must, before she too
              burns out in the first cold
              light of dawn.
posted by Gilbert at Friday, August 10, 2007


Blogger monkey mania said...

I'm not a lit/poetry person...but I'm awed by what you've written. It's beautiful...

December 28, 2007  

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