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Hace mucho tiempo que no escribía en este sitio..
Este texto de Osho llegó a mis ojos y me hizo sentido, porque intentamos tener "relaciones",
en vez de relacionarnos, que es un acto del presente.
Además creemos conocer al otro/a, creemos saber sus intenciones, sus emociones,
el origen y calidad de sus actos. A veces hasta calificamos lo que otra persona hace.
Malo, bueno, egoísta, tonto, importante.
Sobretodo calificamos al otro/a, lo que no vemos en nosotros mismos!!
Está en inglés, perdón.
Forget relationships and learn how to relate.......
Once you are in a relationship you start taking each other for granted.
That's what destroys all love affairs.
The woman thinks she knows the
man, the man thinks he knows the woman.
Nobody knows either.
It is
impossible to know the other, the other remains a mystery.
And to take
the other for granted is insulting, disrespectful.
To think that you know your wife is very very ungrateful. How can you
know the woman?
How can you know the man? They are processes, they are
not things.
The woman that you knew yesterday is not there today.
So
much water has gone down the Ganges; she is somebody else, totally
different.
Relate again, start again, don't take it for granted.
And the man that you slept with last night, look at his face again in
the morning.
He is no more the same person, so much has changed. So
much, incalculably much, has changed.
That is the difference between a
thing and a person.
The furniture in the room is the same, but the man
and the woman, they are no more the same.
Explore again, start again.
That's what I mean by relating.
Relating means you are always
starting, you are continuously trying to become acquainted.
Again and
again, you are introducing yourself to each other.
You are trying to see
the many facets of the other's personality.
You are trying to penetrate
deeper and deeper into his realm of inner feelings, into the deep
recesses of his being.
You are trying to unravel a mystery which cannot
be unraveled.
That is the joy of love: the exploration of
consciousness.
And if you relate, and don't reduce it to a relationship,
then the other will become a mirror to you.
Exploring him, unawares you
will be exploring yourself too.
Getting deeper into the other, knowing
his feelings, his thoughts, his deeper stirrings,
you will be knowing
your own deeper stirrings too.
Lovers become mirrors to each other, and
then love becomes a meditation.
Relationship is ugly, relating is
beautiful.
In relationship both persons become blind to each
other.
Just think, how long has it been since you saw your woman, eye to
eye?
How long has it been since you looked at your man?
Maybe years.
Who looks at one's own woman?
You have already taken it for granted that
you know her. What more is there to look at?
You are more interested in
strangers than in the people you know --
you know the whole topography
of their bodies, you know how they respond,
you know everything that has
happened... is going to happen again and again.
It is a repetitive circle.
It is not so, it is not really so.
Nothing ever repeats; everything is
new every day.
Just your eyes become old, your assumptions become old,
your mirror gathers dust and you become incapable of reflecting the
other.
Hence I say relate.
By saying relate, I mean remain
continuously like in a honeymoon.
Go on searching and seeking each other,
finding new ways of loving each other, finding new ways of being with
each other.
And each person is such an infinite mystery, inexhaustible,
unfathomable,
that it is not possible that you can ever say, "I have
known her," or, "I have known him."
At the most you can say, "I have
tried my best, but the mystery remains a mystery."
In fact the more you know, the more mysterious the other becomes.
Then love is a constant adventure.