“Love is very fragile, just like a rose flower. You have to allow it to dance in the rain, in the wind, in the sun.

“Love is like a bird on the wing, having the whole sky as its freedom. You can catch hold of the bird, you can put it in a beautiful golden cage, and apparently it seems it is the same bird that was flying in freedom and had the whole sky to itself. It only appears apparently to be the same bird. It is not – you have killed it. You have cut its wings, you have taken away its sky. And the birds don’t bother about your gold. However precious may be your cage, it is imprisonment.

“And that’s what we are doing with our love: we create golden cages. We are afraid because the sky is vast. The fear is that the bird may not return. To keep it under your control it has to be imprisoned. That’s how love becomes marriage.

“Love is a bird on the wing: marriage is a bird in a golden cage. And certainly the bird can never forgive you. You have destroyed all its beauty, all its joy, all its freedom. You have destroyed its spirit – it is just a dead replica. But you have made one thing certain, that it cannot escape you, that it will be always yours, that tomorrow also it will be yours, and the day after tomorrow…

“Lovers are always afraid. The fear is because love comes like a breeze. You cannot produce it, it is not something to be manufactured – it comes. But anything that comes on its own, can go also on its own, that is a natural corollary.

“Love comes, and flowers blossom in you, songs arise in your heart, a desire to dance…but with a hidden fear. What will happen if this breeze that has come to you, cool and fragrant, leaves you tomorrow?…because you are not the limit of existence. And the breeze is only a guest – it will be with you as long as it feels to be, and it will go any moment.

“This creates fear in people, and they become possessive. They start closing their doors and windows to keep the breeze in. But when your doors and windows are closed, it is not the same breeze. The coolness is lost, the fragrance is lost – soon it is disgusting. It needs freedom, and you have taken away the freedom; it is only a corpse.

“In the name of love people are carrying each other’s corpses, which they call marriage. And to carry corpses you have to go to a government registrar’s office to make it a legal bond. Love cannot allow marriage. In an authentic world marriage will be impossible.

“One should love, and love intensely and love totally, and not be worried about tomorrow. If existence has been so blissful today, trust that existence will be more beautiful and more blissful tomorrow. As your trust grows, existence becomes more and more generous toward you. More love will shower on you. More flowers of joy and ecstasy will rain over you.”