What is the relationship between the narrow lane of love and the concept of the All being contained within it?

Osho, there is a great fear of death. Is there any way to be free of it?

I have heard that on his campaigns Alexander reached a place where he learned there was a spring whose water, if drunk, makes one immortal. He went in search of it. When he reached the spring, he rejoiced; never had he seen water so crystal clear. He was about to cup it in his palms when a crow perched on a branch said, “Stop, Alexander! You will regret it. First hear me.” Alexander was astonished—one marvel: water that grants immortality; another marvel: a speaking crow. “What do you want to say?” The crow said, “I too drank this water. I am no ordinary crow; as you are Alexander among men, I am Alexander among crows. I spent my life searching and found this spring. I drank—and now I writhe. I have been alive for thousands of years; I cannot die. I throw myself from cliffs, dash my head on rocks,…

Question: LOVE'S NOT GROWN IN GARDENS; LOVE'S NOT SOLD AT MARKET. HE WHO WANTS IT, KING OR COMMONER, GIVES HIS HEAD AND TAKES IT. STUDYING GREAT BOOKS MANY HAVE DIED. NONE EVER BECOME LEARNED. TWO LETTERS AND A HALF IN LOVE, WHO STUDIES THEM IS LEARNING. NARROW IS THE LANE OF LOVE. TWO WILL NEVER FIT. WHEN I WAS, THE LORD WAS NOT. NOW HE IS; I AM NOT. KABIR SAYS: CLOUDS OF LOVE CAME ON ME SHOWERING; SOAKED THE HEART, GREENING THE INNER JUNGLE. A HEART DRY OF LOVE; RAM AGAIN UNTASTED. THUS IS MAN IN THIS WORLD: HIS ARISING WASTED. ROUSED, ECSTATIC WITH HIS NAME, LOVE-DRUNK, OVERFLOWING, REVELLING IN HIS VISION. WHY BOTHER WITH LIBERATION? TALE OF LOVE, UNTELLABLE. NOT A BIT'S EVER TOLD. THE SWEETS OF A DUMB ONE -- The fact that love always remains incomplete is also an indication of its everlastingness.

Osho, Rumi has said in a song: Someone knocked at the Beloved’s door. From within a voice asked, “Who is it?” The one standing outside the door said, “It is I.” In reply he heard, “This house cannot contain two—I and Thou.” And the shut door remained shut. The lover then went into the forest. There he practiced austerities, fasted, prayed. After many moons he returned, and again he knocked on the same door. And again the same question: 'Who is outside?' But this time the doors opened. Because his answer was different. He had said, 'It is you.' Osho, please explain the message contained in this

Rain falls on mountains, on lakes, on hollows. The mountains remain as empty as before—the rainwater runs off; the hollows fill up and become lakes. The mountains already stand—there is no end to their stiffness; the lakes are empty. God rains on all. If the mountain of your “I” is present, you will remain empty; if the lake of “no‑I” is deep, you will be filled. Those who are empty will be filled; those who are full will remain empty—this is worthiness. The only worthiness is to be utterly empty. The day you are perfectly empty, the Guest will come. Truly, on that day you will not even need to go and knock at his door; he will come and knock at yours. “Behind me the Lord follows, calling, ‘Kabir! Kabir!’” He will come calling you, searching for you. With ego you search for him—you will never find him. The…

Osho, I ask you alone: why do I love you? Why do I have this trust that you will never be apart from me? Ma Yog Pragya has asked:

There is no reason for love. And the love for which a reason can be given is not love. Love has nothing to do with “why.” Love is not a business. In love there is no motive at all. Love is a causeless state of feeling—no conditions, no boundaries. If the why is found, the very mystery of love is finished. A scripture of love can never be made—this is precisely why. There can be songs of love; but no scripture, no doctrine. Love is not of the mind. Had it belonged to the mind, the why would have been answered. Love belongs to the heart; there the “why” never even enters. “Why” is the mind’s question; love is the heart’s flowering. These two never meet. So when love happens, it simply happens—without reason, mysterious. Not just unknown—unknowable. Not that someday you will know it. That is why Jesus said,…

Question: First question: Osho, can Truth be attained through love? That is why Islam—Islam is a path of love—could not tolerate Mansur. For Mansur declared: Ana’l-Haqq! “I am the Truth!” Islam could not bear it. Islam is the path of devotion; this proclamation is contrary to devotion. If you yourself are Brahman, then what devotion, what God? Then there is neither devotion nor God, neither worship nor remembrance. Whom would you remember? Remembrance is always of the other. Had Mansur been born in India, we would have counted him among the great seers, the Brahma-rishis. He was born in Arabia—he was hanged. The Jews could not tolerate Jesus either, for Jesus said: “I and my Father who sent me—we are one. He who is above and that which is below—one.” This declaration did not please the Jews.