“Look how he abused me and beat me, how he threw me down and robbed me.” Live with such thoughts and you live in hate. “Look how he abused me and beat me, how he threw me down and robbed me.” Abandon such thoughts, and live in love.
Love creates love just as hate creates hate. In this world hate never yet dispelled hate. Only love dispels hate. This is the law, ancient and inexhaustible.
Something of profound importance: hate exists with the past and the future—love needs no past, no future. Love exists in the present. Hate has a reference in the past: somebody abused you yesterday and you are carrying it like a wound, a hangover. Or you are afraid that somebody is going to abuse you tomorrow—a fear, a shadow of the fear. And you are already getting ready, you are getting prepared to encounter it.
Hate exists in the past and the future. You cannot hate in the present—try, and you will be utterly impotent. Try it today: sit silently and hate somebody in the present, with no reference to the past or the future… You cannot do it. It cannot be done; in the very nature of things, it is impossible. Hate can exist only if you remember the past: this man did something to you yesterday—then hate is possible. Or this man is going to do something to you tomorrow—then too hate is possible. But if you don’t have any reference to the past or the future—this man has not done anything to you and he is not going to do anything to you, this man is just sitting there—how can you hate? But you can love.
Love needs no reference—that’s the beauty of love and the freedom of love. Hate is bondage. Hate is imprisonment—imposed by you upon yourself. And hate creates hate, hate provokes hate. If you hate somebody you are creating hate in that person’s heart for yourself. And the whole world exists in hate, in destructiveness, in violence, in jealousy, in competitiveness. People are at each other’s throats either in reality, actuality, in action, or at least in their minds; in their thoughts, everybody is murdering, killing. That’s why we have created a hell out of this beautiful earth—which could have become a paradise.
Love and the earth becomes a paradise again. And the immense beauty of love is that it has no reference. Love comes from you for no reason at all. It is your outpouring bliss; it is your sharing of your heart. It is the sharing of the song of your being. And sharing is so joyful—hence one shares. Sharing for sharing’s sake, for no other motive.