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and remember it

wherever and whenever it comes,

for recognition spells its death.

It is not the truth

but just a dream,

and as soon as one becomes aware of dreaming

the dream vanishes.

Dreams cannot be renounced –

how can you give up that which is not?

To be aware of it is enough.

Ego is man’s dream, his sleep,

so those who try to renounce it

fall into yet another illusion.

Their humility, their egolessness

are simply more dreams –

like dreaming you are waking whilst still dreaming.

Don’t fall into this trap.

Just keep in mind one thing:

Wake up and see!

Regards to everyone there.

49. Love.

I am so happy to have got your letter.

Can even a ray of love ever come

without the fragrance of joy?

And what is joy but the fragrance of love?

Yet the world is full of mad people

seeking happiness their whole lives –

but with their backs turned towards love!

The doors to God only open

when love turns into the prayer of our total being.

But perhaps his doors are already open,

yet eyes closed to love

will, even so, never be able to see them.

And what is this you write? momentary contact?

No! No! How can love’s contact be so?

Love turns even a moment into eternity.

Where there is love

there is nothing momentary,

where there is love

there is eternity.

Is a drop just a drop?

No! No! It is the ocean!

The drop seen through eyes of love becomes the ocean!

50. Love.

I have got your letter.

I know well how your soul thirsts;

soon it can be quenched –

you are right at the brink of the lake.

You only have to open your eyes,

and I can see that the lids are about to lift.