Love makes everybody a great poet, and if love cannot make you a poet then nothing can. Love opens a totally different dimension in your being. Without love you remain confined to the world of logic. Once love starts happening in your life, logic starts to disappear; a transcendence of logic happens. That’s why the logical mind will always call love, madness, blindness. Logic has always condemned love as blind, mad. It has called it all kinds of names for the simple reason that the intellect is incapable of conceiving it.
It is a totally different world. It has nothing to do with arithmetic, with logic, with science. It is immeasurable, uncharted. Nobody knows exactly, precisely, what it is. Even those who have gone deepest into it have found themselves almost dumb- it is inexpressible.
But the experience is great, so ecstatic that it explodes in many ways. It may explode in dancing, in music, in poetry, in painting, in any kind of creativity. Love is always creative. And the world has been so destructive for the simple reason that we have taught people to repress their love energy. Love repressed becomes destructive; love expressed becomes creativity.
