Love is always new. It never becomes old because it is non-accumulative, non-hoarding.
爱始终是新的，它永远不会变老，因为它从不累积，从不储存。
It knows no past; it is always fresh, as fresh as the dewdrops. It lives moment to moment, it is atomic. It has no continuity, it knows no tradition. Each moment it dies and each moment it is born again. It is like breath: you breathe in, you breathe out; again you breathe in and you breathe out. You don’t hoard it inside.
它不知道过去，它始终是新鲜的，和露珠一样新鲜。它一个片刻接着一个片刻的活着，它犹如原子。它没有连续，它不知道任何传统。它在每一刻死去，它又在每一刻重生。它就像呼吸：你吸气，你呼气；你再次吸气，你再次呼气。你不会憋住呼吸。
If you hoard the breath you will die because it will become stale, it will become dead. It will lose that vitality, the quality of life. So is the case with love – it is breathing; each moment it renews itself. So whenever one gets stuck in love and stops breathing, life loses all significance. And that’s what is happening to people: the mind is so dominant that it even influences the heart and makes even the heart possessive! The heart knows no possessiveness but the mind contaminates it, poisons it.
憋住呼吸的话你会死，因为它会腐败，它会变成死气。它会失去活力，生命的品质。所以爱也是这样——爱是呼吸，每一刻它都在更新自己。所以每当一个人卡在爱里、停止了呼吸，生命就会意义尽失。这就是发生在人们身上的：头脑是如此主导，以至于它甚至影响了心，甚至让心都有占有欲！心不知道占有，但头脑污染了它，毒害了它。
So remember that: be in love with existence! And let love be like breathing. Breathe in, breathe out, but let it be love coming in, going out. By and by with each breath you have to create that magic of love.
所以记住这个：与存在相爱！让爱像呼吸一样。吸气，呼气，让它是爱在进来，爱在出去。渐渐的随着每一次呼吸，你必须创造出爱的魔法。
Make it a meditation: when you breathe out, just feel that you are pouring your love into existence; when you breathe in, existence is pouring its love into you.
把它变成一个静心：当你呼气时，感觉你正把你的爱倾倒进存在；当你吸气时，存在把它的爱倾倒进你里面。
And soon you will see that the quality of your breath is changing, then it starts becoming something totally different to what you have ever known before. That’s why in India we call it ‘prana’, life, not just breathing, it is not just oxygen. Something else is there, the very life itself.
很快你就会看到你的呼吸品质正在改变， 然后它开始变成跟你之前所知道的完全不同的东西。那就是为什么在印度我们称之为“prana”，生命，不只是呼吸，它不只是氧气。还有些别的东西在——生命本身。
作者：幻想的大榕树
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