Love

[BlueSky]

Originally Posted by Valus

Wow, thank you James!

Please don't be sorry.
You've lifted my spirits with your appreciation.
This is all I can hope for and more.

Thank you sound and luminaries.

God bless,
V.

You are very welcome!

I gotta tell ya............I even like what you wrote in your biography:

I don't have the answers; I prefer the mysteries.

Forgive me if I take advantage of this attention.

A few short poems on the theme of love:

Smitten
http://www.spiritualforums.com/vb/showthread.php?t=7551

Untitled 1 & 2
http://www.spiritualforums.com/vb/showthread.php?t=7550

[Miss Hepburn]

You 2 should get a room.

Sure, maybe a cell in a cloistered monastery - but, that's still a room.

Pure Love is definitely the real goal of life. But unfortunately what we call love is generally attachment. We love something or someone because they gratify our senses and when that fails we become angry. Love really means pure unmotivated service of course there is also the feeling and bliss that comes from serving our beloved. But the essence of it is sacrifice for another. This is a very rare thing in this world, perhaps the closest thing you may see is the love of the mother for her child. By becoming Transcendental we can realize real eternal blissful Love for the Supreme and all beings, but that is not cheap. Love is not just a sentiment.

[BlueSky]

Originally Posted by Miss Hepburn

You 2 should get a room.

Sure, maybe a cell in a cloistered monastery - but, that's still a room.

Ha!Ha! I already feel like I need a cigarette!
I won’t even attempt to read the latest links until another day. I can’t take any more!
Great stuff………………..

[BlueSky]

Originally Posted by I-Ching

Pure Love is definitely the real goal of life. But unfortunately what we call love is generally attachment. We love something or someone because they gratify our senses and when that fails we become angry. Love really means pure unmotivated service of course there is also the feeling and bliss that comes from serving our beloved. But the essence of it is sacrifice for another. This is a very rare thing in this world, perhaps the closest thing you may see is the love of the mother for her child. By becoming Transcendental we can realize real eternal blissful Love for the Supreme and all beings, but that is not cheap. Love is not just a sentiment.

Sorry you can't rain on this parade...........

Valus is a soul whisperer. ♥

[Emmalevine]

Originally Posted by I-Ching

Pure Love is definitely the real goal of life. But unfortunately what we call love is generally attachment. We love something or someone because they gratify our senses and when that fails we become angry. Love really means pure unmotivated service of course there is also the feeling and bliss that comes from serving our beloved. But the essence of it is sacrifice for another. This is a very rare thing in this world, perhaps the closest thing you may see is the love of the mother for her child. By becoming Transcendental we can realize real eternal blissful Love for the Supreme and all beings, but that is not cheap. Love is not just a sentiment.

Indeed. I also think that if we truly love someone we let them go. Our love for them sets them (and us) free, rather than binds. Our desire for them to have the absolute best is stronger than our desire to be with them, if the latter is not what they want or need.

You two,



IChing,

Well said.

Although I think we essentially agree,
I would conceive of it in an opposite way.
If that's a paradox, it can't be helped.

Sacrifice implies something sacrificed.
If we inquire, we are told that it is the self.
But I find that, where there is love,
there is no self to sacrifice.

It appears as sacrifice to us,
only because we do not see that
what is gained is greater than what is lost.

Heroic deeds may result from love,
but the nature of love is pure bliss.

We do not give up anything;
rather, we want for nothing;
so, naturally, all that is not love falls away.

The result is heroic action,
though no action is taken --
since there is no self to act.

(Of course, I don't really know
what I'm talking about, lol.)

The two untitled poems, though,
are more about the longing for love,
and not about love itself.

I found someone who said it better than I can:


"Buoyancy" by Rumi


Love had taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry.

I tried to keep quietly repeating,
No strength but yours,
but I couldn't.

I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That's how I hold your voice.

I am scrap wood thrown in your fire,
and quickly reduced to smoke.

I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!

The sky is blue. The world is a blind man
squatting on the road.

But whomever sees your emptiness
sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man.

A great soul hides, like Muhammad, or Jesus,
moving through a crowd in a city
where no one knows him.

To praise is to praise
how one surrenders
to the emptiness.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.

So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where?
Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck
we could have. It's a total waking up!

Why should we grieve that we've been sleeping?
It doesn't matter how long we've been unconscious.

We're groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the buoyancy.