by Sivasankar Venkata Krishnan (OshoVenkat)
There was a time in my life — in my younger years — when I believed sex was the ultimate energy in human existence. I was convinced that everything revolved around desire. I saw love as a social invention, a sugarcoated word to decorate lust. To me, love was fragile, but sex — sex was real, raw, and powerful.
I wasn’t wrong entirely. Sex is energy. It’s nature’s force, a wild current that drives creation itself. But I mistook the surface for the source.
As time passed, life slowly peeled off my illusions.
Then one day, I met her — not a fantasy, not a body, but a soul. A woman who didn’t try to impress me, didn’t try to own me. She simply stood there, as she was — whole, silent, and beautifully present.
With her, I felt something unfamiliar. It wasn’t urgency. It wasn’t desire. It was stillness. A calm recognition. A pull that wasn’t physical but existential.
And for the first time, I saw myself — not in the mirror, but in her eyes.
Years passed, and our life unfolded not in storms of passion but in gentle rains of understanding. I began to see the difference between pleasure and presence, between sex energy and love energy. I realized that sex, without love, ends at the body. But love — true love — touches something deeper. It reaches the soul.
With her, sex didn’t disappear — it transformed. It became sacred, not just sensual. A merging, not just of flesh, but of being.
Now I know:
Sex is a spark. Love is the flame.
Sex may start the fire, but only love can keep it alive.
And strangely, I don’t crave sex the way I once did. What I crave is connection — the silence between two heartbeats, the trust in her eyes, the way time disappears when we sit beside each other.
I look back at my younger self with a quiet smile — not with judgment, but with compassion. Searching, chasing energy without knowing its source.
Now I see clearly:
Love is the ultimate energy. Sex is just its shadow.