Love is like the roots of the trees, hidden deep in the earth.
Share the fragrance, the flowers, the foliage, the greenery, but don't try to pull out the tree to see from where it is getting so many colors, so much fragrance, so much beauty, because that will be the death of the tree.
The roots have to remain hidden, secret, a mystery — not that you want… but you cannot go against the laws of nature.
Share your fragrance, share your flowers. Dance in the moon, in the wind, in the rain. Have you seen this morning? — all the trees were so happy, dancing in the rain, throwing all the dust away, becoming fresh and young again.
But the roots have to remain mysterious. Once you expose the roots, love is going to die. And it is unfortunate that every lover, every friend, is very curious to know your mystery, to know your secret. Lovers are fighting continually, saying, "You are hiding something."
Thousands of years… and man has come to conclude that it is impossible to understand the mystery of a woman, because she has deeper roots in the earth. Men's eyes are fixed towards the sky. It is idiotic — the effort to reach the moon. Now the effort is to reach Mars.
You are not able to live on this beautiful earth with peace and silence, with love, without boundaries of nations, without discriminations of color, without making half of the humanity — the woman — just a purchased prostitute, a life-long prostitute. You have not been able to figure out how to live on the earth, and your eyes are fixed on the moon.
OSHO
