Reflexive insightful love quotes by osho,Marcus Aurelius,Gurulugomi,Hazrat Inayat Khan ,Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov,Hafiz

Music:
Joshua Bell-O Mio Babbino Caro

The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well.
As a matter of fact,
I know no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all die!
Hafiz

Constantly remind yourself, "I am a member of the whole body of conscious things." If you think of yourself as a mere "part," then love for mankind will not well up in your heart; you will look for some reward in every act of kindness and miss the boon which the act itself is offering. Then all your work will be seen as a mere duty and not as the very porthole connecting you with the Universe itself.
Marcus Aurelius

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship.
Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment,it will not be created for years or even generations.
Kahlil Gibran

Richard Johnson Painting

True love means the fight has disappeared, the two have become one. Their bodies exist separately but their being has mingled. The boundaries are lost, there is no division. There is no ‘I’ and no ‘thou’, no one exists.

My message of love is not the message of that love which is the polar opposite of hate. My message of love is of that love which is capable of absorbing hate and transforming it.
Osho

If you love, love with awareness. If I was going to teach you I would not tell you whom to love, how to love. That is all nonsense. Love is your intrinsic quality. You are born with it, just as hate is also there. I will teach you, be aware. Before anything happens to you — love or hate, anger, passion, compassion, anything — be aware. Let everything arise out of your awareness.
Osho

Love is food: food for the soul. When a child sucks at his mother’s breast for the first time, he is sucking two things, not only milk — milk is going into his body and love is going into his soul. Love is invisible, just as soul is invisible; milk is visible just as body is visible. If you have eyes to see, you can see two things together dripping into the child’s being from the mother’s breast. Milk is just the visible part of love; love is the invisible part of milk — the warmth, the love, the compassion, the blessing.
Osho

The higher you reach, the more unburdened you need to be. So a miser cannot soar high. A miser cannot soar in love, or in prayer, or in God. He remains clinging to the earth, he almost remains rooted in the earth. Trees cannot fly. If you want to fly, you need to be uprooted. You need to be like a white cloud, with no roots anywhere — a wanderer.
Osho

Love is like a spring that never stops flowing.
When you arrive at this spring, do not rush to drink from it.
Stop and rest a while, recover from the long road you have traveled and then catch the water into your hands
like in a cup and bring it to your lips, slowly,
do not be afraid that the water will ever dry up.
The spring of love is inexhaustible.
So drink the water of love without haste
and with grateful recognition.
Each of the persons who love you is a spring from which you draw,
so be careful and do not make this spring cloudy.
Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov

Albert Lynch Art

LOVE
Gurulugomi

If you develop love truly great,
rid of the desire to hold and possess.
That strong, clean love untarnished by lust,
that love which does not expect to be repayed,
that love which is firm but not grasping,
enduring but not tied down,
gentle and settled,
diamond-hard but unhurting,
helpful but not interfering,
cool and refreshing,
giving more than taking,
dignified but not proud,
soft but not weak,
that love which leads to Enlightenment,
then you will be washed of all ill-will.

Hughes Merle Art

Love is the divine Mother's arms; when those arms are spread, every soul falls into them.
He met everyone on his own plane, spoke to everyone in his own language. What did Jesus teach when he said to the fishermen, 'Come hither, I will make you fishers of men?' It did not mean, 'I will teach you ways by which you get the best of man.' It only meant: your tact, your sympathy will spread its arms before every soul who comes, as mother's arms are spread out for her little ones.
Hazrat Inayat Khan

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Sea quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

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I love the rain/Rain quote by Frederick Buechner

I loved the rain as a child. I loved the sound of it on the leaves of trees and roofs and window panes and umbrellas and the feel of it on my face and bare legs. I loved the hiss of rubber tires on rainy streets and the flip-flop of windshield wipers. I loved the smell of wet grass and raincoats and the shaggy coats of dogs. A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that no other kind of day was--a day when the ordinariness of things was suspended with ragged skies drifting to the color of pearl and dark streets turning to dark rivers of reflected light and even people transformed somehow as the rain drew them closer by giving them something to think about together, to take common shelter from, to complain of and joke about in ways that made them more like friends than it seemed to me they were on ordinary sunny days. But more than anything, I think, I loved rain for the power it had to make indoors seem snugger and safer and a place to find refuge in from everything outdoors that was un-home, unsafe. I loved rain for making home seem home more deeply.
Frederick Buechner

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Votre Pensée et La Mienne de Khalil Gibran

Musique:
Richard Clayderman-Te amo

Extraits de"Votre Pensée Et La Mienne"
Khalil Gibran

Votre pensée est un arbre enraciné profondément dans le sol de la tradition, dont les branches se développent dans la puissance de la continuité.
Ma pensée est un nuage se déplaçant dans l'espace. Il se transforme en gouttes de pluie qui, en tombant, forment un ruisseau qui chante la joie de cheminer vers la mer. Puis il se transforme de nouveau en vapeur dans le ciel.

Votre pensée est une forteresse qui ni rafale ni foudre ne peuvent secouer.
Ma pensée est une feuille tendre qui balance dans chaque direction et trouve son plaisir dans son balancement.

Votre pensée est un dogme antique qui ne peux pas vous transformer - pas plus que vous ne pouvez le changer. Ma pensée est nouvelle, elle me remet en question et je l'examine chaque matin et chaque soir.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée vous permet de croire à la lutte inégale du fort contre le faible, à la duperie des gens simples par ceux qui sont habiles.
Ma pensée crée en moi le désir de me baisser jusqu'à terre avec ma houe, de moissonner la récolte avec ma faucille, de construire ma maison avec des pierres et du mortier, et tisser mes vêtements de laine et de toile.

Votre pensée vous invite à rechercher richesse et gloire.
La mienne prône l'indépendance.
La vôtre vénère la notoriété et le paraître.
La mienne m'implore de mettre toute notoriété de côté et de la traiter comme un grain de sable sur le rivage de l'éternité.

La vôtre laisse pénétrer dans votre coeur des pensées d'arrogance et de supériorité.
La mienne rempli mon coeur d'amour pour la paix et de désir d'indépendance.

Votre pensée engendre des rêves de palais remplis de meubles de bois de santal incrustés de bijoux, et de lits drapés de soie.
Ma pensée murmure doucement dans des mes oreilles, "Sois pur, aussi bien dans ton corps que dans ton esprit - même si tu n'as nulle part où poser ta tête."

Vos pensées vous font aspirer aux titres et aux fonctions officielles.
Les miennes m'exhortent à servir humblement.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée parle de belles femmes, de femmes laides, de femmes brillantes et de femmes stupides.
La mienne voit dans chaque femme une mère, une soeur, ou la fille d'un autre homme.

Les sujets de votre pensée sont des voleurs, des criminels, et des assassins.
La mienne déclare que les voleurs sont le fruit des monopoles, les criminels sont la progéniture des tyrans, et les assassins sont d'abord des victimes.

Votre pensée décrit des lois, des cours de justice, des juges, des punitions.
La mienne explique que quand l'homme fait une loi, il lui obéit ou la viole impunément. Or s'il y a une loi fondamentale, nous devrions être tous égaux devant elle.

Dans votre pensée il y a l'habile, l'artiste, l'intellectuel, le philosophe, le prêtre.
Dans la mienne il y a celui qui aime, l'affectueux, le sincère, l'honnête, le direct, le bon, et le martyre.

Dans votre pensée il y a les riches, les pauvres, et les mendiants.
Ma pensée soutient qu'il n'y a pas d'autre richesse que la vie; que nous sommes tous des mendiants, et que le plus grand bienfait est de sauver la vie elle-même.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée différencie le pragmatiste de l'idéaliste, la partie du tout, le mystique du matérialiste.
La mienne se rend compte que la vie est une et que ses poids, ses mesures et ses classements ne coïncident pas avec vos poids, vos mesures et vos classements.
Celui que vous prenez pour un idéaliste est peut être plus pratique que vous.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

Votre pensée est faite d'on -dits et de faux plaisirs. La mienne est la pensée de celui qui est perdu dans son propre pays, de l'étranger dans sa propre nation, du solitaire - même lorsqu'il est entouré de parents et d'amis.
Vous avez vos idées – et j'ai les miennes.

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Don't Give Up by Mario Benedetti /With spanish original version :No te rindas ...

Don't Give Up
Mario Benedetti

Don't give up, you still have time
to reach up and start anew,
Accept your shadows,
Bury your fears,
Free your urdens,

Fly again.
Don't give up, that's what life is
Continue the journey,
Follow your dreams,
Unstuck time,
Move the rubble,
And uncover the sky.

Don't give up, please don't give way,
Even if the cold burns,
Even if fear bites,
Even if the sun sets,
And the wind goes silent,
There is still fire in your soul
There is still life in your dreams.

Because life is yours and yours is the desire
Because you have loved it and because I love you
Because wine exists and love is true.
Because there are no wounds that time doesn't cure.

To open the doors,
Take away the locks,
Abandon the walls that have protected you,
To live life and accept the challenge
Get back laughter,
Practice a song,
Lower the guard and extend the hands
Open the wings
And try again,
Celebrate life and take back the skies.

Don't give up, please don't give way,
Even if the cold burns,
Even if fear bites,
Even if the sun sets,
And the wind goes silent,
There is still fire in your soul
There is still life in your dreams.

Because every day is a new beginning,
Because this is the hour and the best moment.
Because you are not alone, because I love you.

No te rindas ...
Mario Benedetti

No te rindas, aún estás a tiempo
De alcanzar y comenzar de nuevo,
Aceptar tus sombras,
Enterrar tus miedos,
Liberar el lastre,
Retomar el vuelo.

No te rindas que la vida es eso,
Continuar el viaje,
Perseguir tus sueños,
Destrabar el tiempo,
Correr los escombros,
Y destapar el cielo.

No te rindas, por favor no cedas,
Aunque el frío queme,
Aunque el miedo muerda,
Aunque el sol se esconda,
Y se calle el viento,
Aún hay fuego en tu alma
Aún hay vida en tus sueños.

Porque la vida es tuya y tuyo también el deseo
Porque lo has querido y porque te quiero
Porque existe el vino y el amor, es cierto.
Porque no hay heridas que no cure el tiempo.

Abrir las puertas,
Quitar los cerrojos,
Abandonar las murallas que te protegieron,
Vivir la vida y aceptar el reto,
Recuperar la risa,
Ensayar un canto,
Bajar la guardia y extender las manos
Desplegar las alas
E intentar de nuevo,
Celebrar la vida y retomar los cielos.

No te rindas, por favor no cedas,
Aunque el frío queme,
Aunque el miedo muerda,
Aunque el sol se ponga y se calle el viento,
Aún hay fuego en tu alma,
Aún hay vida en tus sueños
Porque cada día es un comienzo nuevo,
Porque esta es la hora y el mejor momento.
Porque no estás solo, porque yo te quiero.

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The seeker of truth/Inspirational Story

The seeker of truth.
Author unknown

After years of searching, the seeker was told to go to a cave, in which he would find a well.
'Ask the well what is truth', he was advised, 'and the well will reveal it to you'. Having found the well, the seeker asked that most fundamental question. And from the depths came the answer, 'Go to the village crossroad: there you shall find what you are seeking'.

Full of hope and anticipation the man ran to the crossroad to find only three rather uninteresting shops. One shop was selling pieces of metal, another sold wood, and thin wires were for sale in the third. Nothing and no one there seemed to have much to do with the revelation of truth.

Disappointed, the seeker returned to the well to demand an explanation, but he was told only, 'You will understand in the future.' When the man protested, all he got in return were the echoes of his own shouts. Indignant for having been made a fool of - or so he thought at the time - the seeker continued his wanderings in search of truth. As years went by, the memory of his experience at the well gradually faded until one night, while he was walking in the moonlight, the sound of sitar music caught his attention. It was wonderful music and it was played with great mastery and inspiration.

Profoundly moved, the truth seeker felt drawn towards the player. He looked at the fingers dancing over the strings. He became aware of the sitar itself.
And then suddenly he exploded in a cry of joyous recognition: the sitar was made out of wires and pieces of metal and wood just like those he had once seen in the three stores and had thought it to be without any particular significance.

At last he understood the message of the well: we have already been given everything we need: our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way. Nothing is meaningful so long as we perceive only separate fragments. But as soon as the fragments come together into a synthesis, a new entity emerges, whose nature we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone.

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Light! Give me light! education quote by helen Keller

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding line, and no way of knowing how near the harbor was. "Light! Give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
Helen Keller

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