Lighthouse of love ♥ ♥ Il faro...dell'amore by Cosimo Antitomaso
It is time for Zorba to start meditating, and it is time for the people who are meditators not to allow themselves to escape from the world... Only in completion is there bliss. Only in completion have you come home. Osho
Sunday, 27 October 2013
PERHAPS LOVE ♥ ♥
Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through
Oh, Love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
PERHAPS LOVE IS LIKE THE OCEAN
FULL OF CONFLICT, FULL OF PAIN
LIKE A FIRE WHEN IT'S COLD OUTSIDE
THUNDER WHEN IT RAINS
IF I SHOULD LIVE FOREVER
AND ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE
MY MEMORIES OF LOVE WILL BE OF YOU ♥ ♥
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
Some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
Friday, 25 October 2013
Enjoy being the real you
Fear is the enemy of creativity. If you are anxious and worried about what you are creating, then what you are creating will not be worth very much.
Let go of your attachment to getting it right. Allow yourself to enjoy the experience of simply letting it flow.
When you are truly having fun you can create magnificent things. When you stop worrying about whether people will like it, people will love it.
The way to be great is to be authentic. The way to be authentic is to enjoy who you truly are and what you truly love.
Don’t waste a lot of time trying to guess what might matter to someone else. Put your love and effort and energy into what matters to you, and many others will benefit.
In order to give of yourself you must fully be yourself. Enjoy being the real you, and bring great value to life.
Ralph Marston
I live far off in the wild
Where moss and woods are thick and plants perfumed
I can see mountains rain or shine
And never hear market noise
I light a few leaves in my stove to heat tea
To patch my robe I cut off a cloud
Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years
Why suffer for profit and fame?
Stonehouse
Thursday, 24 October 2013
real love
The ordinary human being does not know what love is.When someone's company gives you pleasure, you tend to think you love that person. But in reality it is yourself you love; your ego has been pleased by the other person's attention, that is all. Would you go on "loving" that person if he should cease to please you? What it means to love someone else more than oneself is very difficult to understand, and even more difficult for the average person to practice.
To illustrate, I will tell you a true story of real love.
There was in India a devoted husband who loved his wife very deeply. Another man became infatuated with her. She ran away with her lover, who eventually left her without friends or funds. One day her husband came to see her. He spoke gently. "Are you through with this experience? Come home with me, if you are." She demurred. " I could not think of disgracing you further." "What do I care about the opinion of the society?" he replied. "I love you. The other man loved only your body. I love the real you - your soul. What has happened doesn't make any difference."
That was real love. The husband wasn't concerned for his honor; he was thinking only of the welfare of his beloved.
Paramahansa Yogananda
Saturday, 19 October 2013
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Escape. Walk out
like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest
sign that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
Rumi
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