CELTIC NEW YEAR
What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.
vineri, 31 decembrie 2010
Celtic New Year
CELTIC NEW YEAR
Om de răspântie
Anul trecut mi-am dorit să reuşesc să stau cât mai mult în prezent...
nu am reuşit cu adevărat acest lucru dar, trecutul nu mă mai afectează nicicum...anul acesta îmi reînnoiesc dorinţa, şi peste asta plusez: îmi doresc să primesc rugăciunea...adevărata rugăciune...şi...Slava lui Dumnezeu pentru toate!
nu am reuşit cu adevărat acest lucru dar, trecutul nu mă mai afectează nicicum...anul acesta îmi reînnoiesc dorinţa, şi peste asta plusez: îmi doresc să primesc rugăciunea...adevărata rugăciune...şi...Slava lui Dumnezeu pentru toate!
sâmbătă, 25 decembrie 2010
vineri, 24 decembrie 2010
Bucura-te Fecioara, Preasfanta Nascatoare de Dumnezeu
Bucura-te Marie, Fecioara Preasfanta Nascatoare de Dumnezeu, cea plina de Har, Domnul este cu tine! Binecuvantata esti tu intre femei si binecuvantat este rodul pantecelui tau, ca ai nascut pe Mantuitorul sufletelor noastre!
It’s a Wonderful Life!
Intr-adevar, fiecare viata influenteaza vietile celorlalti oameni...toate darurile sunt minunate, pentru ca sunt date cu iubire, din iubire, in numele Iubirii! Viata face si ea parte dintre daruri! Si e cel mai minunat dintre toate, pentru ca este unic pentru fiecare dintre noi! Viata este minunata atata timp cat esti constient pana la lacrimi de fericire, de faptul ca este darul Iubirii pentru tine!
Such a Night!
Such a Night - Dr.John
Nu va mai ganditi la mancaruri, nu va mai obositi pregatindu-le si pritocindu-le, si ...sarbatoriti! Mancati sa nu va fie foame, dar saturati-va mai ales, cu mancare pentru suflet...
Nu va mai ganditi la mancaruri, nu va mai obositi pregatindu-le si pritocindu-le, si ...sarbatoriti! Mancati sa nu va fie foame, dar saturati-va mai ales, cu mancare pentru suflet...
duminică, 19 decembrie 2010
LA MULTI ANI IUBIREA MEA! LA O SUTA DE ANI!!!!!!!
Can't nobody love you like I do
Not now, no not ever
There ain't no doubt I know this thing
We have, could last forever
Others may promise the stars in the sky
But sooner or later you'll find
Can't nobody love you like I do
Can't nobody hold you quite this close
All night like I want to
Baby put your sweet lips here on mine
You'll see 'cause I'm gonna show you
Just how an angel like you should be loved
I can't feel you enough
Can't nobody love you like I do...
Who knows when it's meant to be
Well love knows and it sent you to me
You don't know how I live for the day
You look at me and you say
Can't nobody love you like I do...
Not now, no not ever
There ain't no doubt I know this thing
We have, could last forever
Others may promise the stars in the sky
But sooner or later you'll find
Can't nobody love you like I do
Can't nobody hold you quite this close
All night like I want to
Baby put your sweet lips here on mine
You'll see 'cause I'm gonna show you
Just how an angel like you should be loved
I can't feel you enough
Can't nobody love you like I do...
Who knows when it's meant to be
Well love knows and it sent you to me
You don't know how I live for the day
You look at me and you say
Can't nobody love you like I do...
marți, 14 decembrie 2010
I am not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing...now. I only love.
Un bun prieten si fost coleg de servici, mi-a trimis astazi pe mail un pdf despre ce inseamna iubirea. Il pun aici, pentru ca este relevant pentru toata lumea. Ca sa vada toti si sa stie cand vor incepe sa iubeasca, fiindca ceea ce cred ei ca este iubire, nu este decat o iluzie...eu am aflat singura, doar avand o pasiune inocenta pentru iubitul meu artist...aceea de a-l imbratisa...simplu si pur...bineinteles ca nu am reusit sa il imbratisez...dar pasiunea mea pentru aceasta dorinta m-a dus la iubire...pentru ca acum nu ii mai scriu, pentru ca nu imi mai doresc nimic...daca as ajunge intr-o zi sa il tin in brate, va fi ok. Daca nu voi ajunge sa il tin in brate, va fi ok. Eu oricum il iubesc, si ma rog in fiecare zi pentru el, pentru iubirea mea. Si acum bucuria si pacea din inima mea sunt o stare de calm si bine la care nu pot renunta, chiar daca as mai vrea...nu mai pot sa ma intorc la ceea ce am fost candva...inainte de acesti doi ani si jumatate...825 de zile...le-am numarat ieri...atat mi-au trebuit ca sa scap de iluzii...
ON LOVE
"THE DEMAND TO be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don't know how to love.
What is love? The word is so loaded and corrupted that I hardly like to use it.
Everybody talks of love - every magazine and newspaper and every missionary talks everlastingly of love. I love my country, I love my king, I love some book, I love that mountain, I love pleasure, I love my wife, I love God. Is love an idea? If it is, it can be cultivated, nourished, cherished, pushed around, twisted in any way you like. When you say you love God what does it mean? It means that you love a projection of your own imagination, a projection of yourself clothed in certain forms of respectability according to what you think is noble and holy; so to say, `I love God', is absolute nonsense. When you worship God you are worshipping yourself - and that is not love.
Because we cannot solve this human thing called love we run away into abstractions. Love may be the ultimate solution to all man's difficulties, problems and travails, so how are we going to find out what love is? By merely defining it? The church has defined it one way, society another, and there are all sorts of deviations and perversions. Adoring someone, sleeping with someone, the emotional exchange, the companionship - is that what we mean by love?
That has been the norm, the pattern, and it has become so tremendously personal, sensuous, and limited that religions have declared that love is something much more than this. In what they call human love they see there is pleasure, competition, jealousy, the desire to possess, to hold, to control and to interfere with another's thinking, and knowing the complexity of all this they say there must be another kind of love, divine, beautiful, untouched, uncorrupted.
Throughout the world, so-called holy men have maintained that to look at a woman is something totally wrong: they say you cannot come near to God if you indulge in sex, therefore they push it aside although they are eaten up with it. But by denying sexuality they put out their eyes and cut out their tongues for they deny the whole beauty of the earth. They have starved their hearts and minds; they are dehydrated human beings; they have banished beauty because beauty is associated with woman.
Can love be divided into the sacred and the profane, the human and the divine, or is there only love? Is love of the one and not of the many? If I say,`I love you', does that exclude the love of the other? Is love personal or impersonal? Moral or immoral? Family or non-family? If you love mankind can you love the particular? Is love sentiment? Is love emotion? Is love pleasure and desire? All these questions indicate, don't they, that we have ideas about love, ideas about what it should or should not be, a pattern or a code developed by the culture in which we live.
So to go into the question of what love is we must first ideals and ideologies of what it should or should not be. To divide anything into what should be and what is, is the most deceptive way of dealing with life.
Now how am I going to find out what this flame is which we call love - not how to express it to another but what it means in itself? I will first reject what the church, what society, what my parents and friends, what every person and every book has said about it because I want to find out for myself what it is.
Here is an enormous problem that involves the whole of mankind, there have been a thousand ways of defining it and I myself am caught in some pattern or other according to what I like or enjoy at the moment - so shouldn't I, in order to understand it, first free myself from my own inclinations and prejudices? I am confused, torn by my own desires, so I say to myself, `First clear up your own confusion. Perhaps you may be able to discover what love is through what it is not.'
The government says, `Go and kill for the love of your country'. Is that love? Religion says, `Give up sex for the love of God'. Is that love? Is love desire? Don't say no. For most of us it is - desire with pleasure, the pleasure that is derived through the senses, through sexual attachment and fulfilment. I am not against sex, but see what is involved in it. What sex gives you momentarily is the total abandonment of yourself, then you are back again with your turmoil, so you want a repetition over and over again of that state in which there is no worry, no problem, no self.
You say you love your wife. In that love is involved sexual pleasure, the pleasure of having someone in the house to look after your children, to cook. You depend on her; she has given you her body, her emotions, her encouragement, a certain feeling of security and well-being. Then she turns away from you; she gets bored or goes off with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed, and this disturbance, which you don't like, is called jealousy. There is pain in it, anxiety, hate and violence. So what you are really saying is, `As long as you belong to me I love you but the moment you don't I begin to hate you.
As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demands, sexual and otherwise, I love you, but the moment you cease to supply what I want I don't like you.' So there is antagonism between you, there is separation, and when you feel separate from another there is no love. But if you can live with your wife without thought creating all these contradictory states, these endless quarrels in yourself, then perhaps - perhaps - you will know what love is. Then you are completely free and so is she, whereas if you depend on her for all your pleasure you are a slave to her. So when one loves there must be freedom, not only from the other person but from oneself.
This belonging to another, being psychologically nourished by another, depending on another - in all this there must always be anxiety, fear, jealousy, guilt, and so long as there is fear there is no love; a mind ridden with sorrow will never know what love is; sentimentality and emotionalism have nothing whatsoever to do with love. And so love is not to do with pleasure and desire.
Love is not the product of thought which is the past. Thought cannot possibly cultivate love. Love is not hedged about and caught in jealousy, for jealousy is of the past. Love is always active present. It is not `I will love' or `I have loved'. If you know love you will not follow anybody. Love does not obey. When you love there is neither respect nor disrespect.
Don't you know what it means really to love somebody - to love without hate, without jealousy, without anger, without wanting to interfere with what he is doing or thinking, without condemning, without comparing - don't you know what it means? Where there is love is there comparison? When you love someone with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your body, with your entire being, is there comparison? When you totally abandon yourself to that love there is not the other.
Does love have responsibility and duty, and will it use those words? When you do something out of duty is there any love in it? In duty there is no love. The structure of duty in which the human being is caught is destroying him. So long as you are compelled to do something because it is your duty you don't love what you are doing. When there is love there is no duty and no responsibility.
Most parents unfortunately think they are responsible for their children and their sense of responsibility takes the form of telling them what they should do and what they should not do, what they should become and what they should not become. The parents want their children to have a secure position in society. What they call responsibility is part of that respectability they worship; and it seems to me that where there is respectability there is no order; they are concerned only with becoming a perfect bourgeois. When they prepare their children to fit into society they are perpetuating war, conflict and brutality. Do you call that care and love?
Really to care is to care as you would for a tree or a plant, watering it, studying its needs, the best soil for it, looking after it with gentleness and tenderness - but when you prepare your children to fit into society you are preparing them to be killed. If you loved your children you would have no war.
When you lose someone you love you shed tears - are your tears for yourself or for the one who is dead? Are you crying for yourself or for another? Have you ever cried for another? Have you ever cried for your son who is killed on the battlefield? You have cried, but do those tears come out of self-pity or have you cried because a human being has been killed?
If you cry out of self-pity your tears have no meaning because you are concerned about yourself. If you are crying because you are bereft of one in whom you have invested a great deal of affection, it was not really affection. When you cry for your brother who dies cry for him. It is very easy to cry for yourself because he is gone. Apparently you are crying because your heart is touched, but it is not touched for him, it is only touched by self-pity and self-pity makes you hard, encloses you, makes you dull and stupid.
When you cry for yourself, is it love - crying because you are lonely, because you have been left, because you are no longer powerful - complaining of your lot, your environment - always you in tears? If you understand this, which means to come in contact with it as directly as you would touch a tree or a pillar or a hand, then you will see that sorrow is self-created, sorrow is created by thought, sorrow is the outcome of time. I had my brother three years ago, now he is dead, now I am lonely, aching, there is no one to whom I can look for comfort or companionship, and it brings tears to my eyes.
You can see all this happening inside yourself if you watch it. You can see it fully, completely, in one glance, not take analytical time over it. You can see in a moment the whole structure and nature of this shoddy little thing called `me', my tears, my family, my nation, my belief, my religion - all that ugliness, it is all inside you. When you see it with your heart, not with your mind, when you see it from the very bottom of your heart, then you have the key that will end sorrow. Sorrow and love cannot go together, but in the Christian world they have idealized suffering, put it on a cross and worshipped it, implying that you can never escape from suffering except through that one particular door, and this is the whole structure of an exploiting religious society.
So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children - do you? - you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may never go back to the temple.
But if you still want to find out, you will see that fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity. So if you can eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by washing them away as the rain washes the dust of many days from a leaf, then perhaps you will come upon this strange flower which man always hungers after.
If you have not got love - not just in little drops but in abundance - if you are not filled with it - the world will go to disaster. You know intellectually that the unity of mankind is essential and that love is the only way, but who is going to teach you how to love? Will any authority, any method, any system, tell you how to love? If anyone tells you, it is not love. Can you say, `I will practise love. I will sit down day after day and think about it. I will practise being kind and gentle and force myself to pay attention to others?'
Do you mean to say that you can discipline yourself to love, exercise the will to love? When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out of the window. By practising some method or system of loving you may become extraordinarily clever or more kindly or get into a state of non-violence, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with love.
In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see - not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love is. Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will, improve society, feed the poor, you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind. But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems.
So we reach the point: can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader - come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset?
It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive - passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can come into being only when there is total self-abandonment.
A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it - to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many.
Like a flower that has perfume you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden, or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and therefore it is sharing with everybody.
Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.
You may ask, `If I find such a love, what happens to my wife, my children, my family? They must have security.' When you put such a question you have never been outside the field of thought, the field of consciousness. When once you have been outside that field you will never ask such a question because then you will know what love is in which there is no thought and therefore no time. You may read this mesmerized and enchanted, but actually to go beyond thought and time - which means going beyond sorrow - is to be aware that there is a different dimension called love.
But you don't know how to come to this extraordinary fount - so what do you do? If you don't know what to do, you do nothing, don't you? Absolutely nothing. Then inwardly you are completely silent. Do you understand what that means? It means that you are not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing; there is no centre at all. Then there is love."
ON LOVE
"THE DEMAND TO be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don't know how to love.
What is love? The word is so loaded and corrupted that I hardly like to use it.
Everybody talks of love - every magazine and newspaper and every missionary talks everlastingly of love. I love my country, I love my king, I love some book, I love that mountain, I love pleasure, I love my wife, I love God. Is love an idea? If it is, it can be cultivated, nourished, cherished, pushed around, twisted in any way you like. When you say you love God what does it mean? It means that you love a projection of your own imagination, a projection of yourself clothed in certain forms of respectability according to what you think is noble and holy; so to say, `I love God', is absolute nonsense. When you worship God you are worshipping yourself - and that is not love.
Because we cannot solve this human thing called love we run away into abstractions. Love may be the ultimate solution to all man's difficulties, problems and travails, so how are we going to find out what love is? By merely defining it? The church has defined it one way, society another, and there are all sorts of deviations and perversions. Adoring someone, sleeping with someone, the emotional exchange, the companionship - is that what we mean by love?
That has been the norm, the pattern, and it has become so tremendously personal, sensuous, and limited that religions have declared that love is something much more than this. In what they call human love they see there is pleasure, competition, jealousy, the desire to possess, to hold, to control and to interfere with another's thinking, and knowing the complexity of all this they say there must be another kind of love, divine, beautiful, untouched, uncorrupted.
Throughout the world, so-called holy men have maintained that to look at a woman is something totally wrong: they say you cannot come near to God if you indulge in sex, therefore they push it aside although they are eaten up with it. But by denying sexuality they put out their eyes and cut out their tongues for they deny the whole beauty of the earth. They have starved their hearts and minds; they are dehydrated human beings; they have banished beauty because beauty is associated with woman.
Can love be divided into the sacred and the profane, the human and the divine, or is there only love? Is love of the one and not of the many? If I say,`I love you', does that exclude the love of the other? Is love personal or impersonal? Moral or immoral? Family or non-family? If you love mankind can you love the particular? Is love sentiment? Is love emotion? Is love pleasure and desire? All these questions indicate, don't they, that we have ideas about love, ideas about what it should or should not be, a pattern or a code developed by the culture in which we live.
So to go into the question of what love is we must first ideals and ideologies of what it should or should not be. To divide anything into what should be and what is, is the most deceptive way of dealing with life.
Now how am I going to find out what this flame is which we call love - not how to express it to another but what it means in itself? I will first reject what the church, what society, what my parents and friends, what every person and every book has said about it because I want to find out for myself what it is.
Here is an enormous problem that involves the whole of mankind, there have been a thousand ways of defining it and I myself am caught in some pattern or other according to what I like or enjoy at the moment - so shouldn't I, in order to understand it, first free myself from my own inclinations and prejudices? I am confused, torn by my own desires, so I say to myself, `First clear up your own confusion. Perhaps you may be able to discover what love is through what it is not.'
The government says, `Go and kill for the love of your country'. Is that love? Religion says, `Give up sex for the love of God'. Is that love? Is love desire? Don't say no. For most of us it is - desire with pleasure, the pleasure that is derived through the senses, through sexual attachment and fulfilment. I am not against sex, but see what is involved in it. What sex gives you momentarily is the total abandonment of yourself, then you are back again with your turmoil, so you want a repetition over and over again of that state in which there is no worry, no problem, no self.
You say you love your wife. In that love is involved sexual pleasure, the pleasure of having someone in the house to look after your children, to cook. You depend on her; she has given you her body, her emotions, her encouragement, a certain feeling of security and well-being. Then she turns away from you; she gets bored or goes off with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed, and this disturbance, which you don't like, is called jealousy. There is pain in it, anxiety, hate and violence. So what you are really saying is, `As long as you belong to me I love you but the moment you don't I begin to hate you.
As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demands, sexual and otherwise, I love you, but the moment you cease to supply what I want I don't like you.' So there is antagonism between you, there is separation, and when you feel separate from another there is no love. But if you can live with your wife without thought creating all these contradictory states, these endless quarrels in yourself, then perhaps - perhaps - you will know what love is. Then you are completely free and so is she, whereas if you depend on her for all your pleasure you are a slave to her. So when one loves there must be freedom, not only from the other person but from oneself.
This belonging to another, being psychologically nourished by another, depending on another - in all this there must always be anxiety, fear, jealousy, guilt, and so long as there is fear there is no love; a mind ridden with sorrow will never know what love is; sentimentality and emotionalism have nothing whatsoever to do with love. And so love is not to do with pleasure and desire.
Love is not the product of thought which is the past. Thought cannot possibly cultivate love. Love is not hedged about and caught in jealousy, for jealousy is of the past. Love is always active present. It is not `I will love' or `I have loved'. If you know love you will not follow anybody. Love does not obey. When you love there is neither respect nor disrespect.
Don't you know what it means really to love somebody - to love without hate, without jealousy, without anger, without wanting to interfere with what he is doing or thinking, without condemning, without comparing - don't you know what it means? Where there is love is there comparison? When you love someone with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your body, with your entire being, is there comparison? When you totally abandon yourself to that love there is not the other.
Does love have responsibility and duty, and will it use those words? When you do something out of duty is there any love in it? In duty there is no love. The structure of duty in which the human being is caught is destroying him. So long as you are compelled to do something because it is your duty you don't love what you are doing. When there is love there is no duty and no responsibility.
Most parents unfortunately think they are responsible for their children and their sense of responsibility takes the form of telling them what they should do and what they should not do, what they should become and what they should not become. The parents want their children to have a secure position in society. What they call responsibility is part of that respectability they worship; and it seems to me that where there is respectability there is no order; they are concerned only with becoming a perfect bourgeois. When they prepare their children to fit into society they are perpetuating war, conflict and brutality. Do you call that care and love?
Really to care is to care as you would for a tree or a plant, watering it, studying its needs, the best soil for it, looking after it with gentleness and tenderness - but when you prepare your children to fit into society you are preparing them to be killed. If you loved your children you would have no war.
When you lose someone you love you shed tears - are your tears for yourself or for the one who is dead? Are you crying for yourself or for another? Have you ever cried for another? Have you ever cried for your son who is killed on the battlefield? You have cried, but do those tears come out of self-pity or have you cried because a human being has been killed?
If you cry out of self-pity your tears have no meaning because you are concerned about yourself. If you are crying because you are bereft of one in whom you have invested a great deal of affection, it was not really affection. When you cry for your brother who dies cry for him. It is very easy to cry for yourself because he is gone. Apparently you are crying because your heart is touched, but it is not touched for him, it is only touched by self-pity and self-pity makes you hard, encloses you, makes you dull and stupid.
When you cry for yourself, is it love - crying because you are lonely, because you have been left, because you are no longer powerful - complaining of your lot, your environment - always you in tears? If you understand this, which means to come in contact with it as directly as you would touch a tree or a pillar or a hand, then you will see that sorrow is self-created, sorrow is created by thought, sorrow is the outcome of time. I had my brother three years ago, now he is dead, now I am lonely, aching, there is no one to whom I can look for comfort or companionship, and it brings tears to my eyes.
You can see all this happening inside yourself if you watch it. You can see it fully, completely, in one glance, not take analytical time over it. You can see in a moment the whole structure and nature of this shoddy little thing called `me', my tears, my family, my nation, my belief, my religion - all that ugliness, it is all inside you. When you see it with your heart, not with your mind, when you see it from the very bottom of your heart, then you have the key that will end sorrow. Sorrow and love cannot go together, but in the Christian world they have idealized suffering, put it on a cross and worshipped it, implying that you can never escape from suffering except through that one particular door, and this is the whole structure of an exploiting religious society.
So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children - do you? - you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may never go back to the temple.
But if you still want to find out, you will see that fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity. So if you can eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by washing them away as the rain washes the dust of many days from a leaf, then perhaps you will come upon this strange flower which man always hungers after.
If you have not got love - not just in little drops but in abundance - if you are not filled with it - the world will go to disaster. You know intellectually that the unity of mankind is essential and that love is the only way, but who is going to teach you how to love? Will any authority, any method, any system, tell you how to love? If anyone tells you, it is not love. Can you say, `I will practise love. I will sit down day after day and think about it. I will practise being kind and gentle and force myself to pay attention to others?'
Do you mean to say that you can discipline yourself to love, exercise the will to love? When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out of the window. By practising some method or system of loving you may become extraordinarily clever or more kindly or get into a state of non-violence, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with love.
In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see - not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love is. Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will, improve society, feed the poor, you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind. But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems.
So we reach the point: can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader - come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset?
It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive - passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can come into being only when there is total self-abandonment.
A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it - to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many.
Like a flower that has perfume you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden, or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and therefore it is sharing with everybody.
Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.
You may ask, `If I find such a love, what happens to my wife, my children, my family? They must have security.' When you put such a question you have never been outside the field of thought, the field of consciousness. When once you have been outside that field you will never ask such a question because then you will know what love is in which there is no thought and therefore no time. You may read this mesmerized and enchanted, but actually to go beyond thought and time - which means going beyond sorrow - is to be aware that there is a different dimension called love.
But you don't know how to come to this extraordinary fount - so what do you do? If you don't know what to do, you do nothing, don't you? Absolutely nothing. Then inwardly you are completely silent. Do you understand what that means? It means that you are not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing; there is no centre at all. Then there is love."
luni, 13 decembrie 2010
Ca să ştii şi tu: ea e de vină, iubirea mea!.ea şi nimeni altcineva...
Dacă tu m-ai întâlnit, e numai vina ta ...iar dacă eu am reuşit să te cunosc, e numai vina mea...iar pentru că am reuşit să te cunosc, e de vină numai ea...Iubirea...e atât de minunat să fii iubit! îţi dă putere! să trăieşti! dar e şi mai minunat să iubeşti! îţi dă curaj! curajul de a fi fericit când ceilalţi trec alergând pe-alăturea!
Doar voi sunteţi fericiţi, şi cu mine!
Fericiţi sunteţi dacă veţi şti să interpretaţi cu bunăvoinţă atitudinea celorlalţi, chiar împotriva aparenţelor: veţi fi consideraţi naivi, dar acesta este preţul iubirii. Fericirea nu este nimic decât o sănătate bună şi o memorie proastă, şi nici măcar acestea. Fericiţi sunteţi mai ales voi cei care ştiţi să-L recunoaşteţi pe Dumnezeu în toţi cei pe care îi întâlniţi: aţi găsit izvorul bucuriei! şi pacea!
Prima si a doua, adica singurele...
"Absence - that common cure of love". zice Lord Byron. La mine a fost invers...Absenta nu m-a vindecat, la mine s-a "agravat boala". Pana m-am vindecat singura de iluzie; de iluzia ca cineva pe care il iubesti, te poate iubi. Nu te poate iubi. Pentru ca visul fiecaruia este altul, diferit total unul de celalalt. Exista, probabil, situatii cand cele doua vise coincid, dar coincidenta asta este de 1 la 23 de milioane...practic, e imposibil sa ajungi sa intalnesti visul aievea, si sa constati ca si tu esti visul lui. Pentru ca universul este astfel intocmit de Dumnezeu incat fiecare are alt vis, alt ideal, decat cel pe care il are langa el, ca sa sufere atat de mult, pana se satura si renunta la idealul sau marunt, si il iubeste numai pe El, pe Dumnezeu. Si asa ajungem sa indeplinim abia prima porunca, fara sa vrem, mai mult condusi de univers...
Si dusmanii omului (vor fi) casnicii lui."
"Să iubeşti pe Domnul Dumnezeul tău, cu toată inima ta, cu tot sufletul tău şi cu tot cugetul tău. Aceasta este marea şi cea dintâi poruncă. Iar a doua, la fel cu aceasta: Să iubeşti pe aproapele tău ca pe tine însuţi” ...
Prima si a doua, adica singurele...restul sunt pentru cei care nu le indeplinesc pe primele doua...
"Cel ce iubeste pe tata ori pe mama mai mult decat pe Mine nu este vrednic de Mine; cel ce iubeste pe fiu ori pe fiica mai mult decat pe Mine nu este vrednic de Mine. Si cel ce nu-si ia crucea si nu-Mi urmeaza Mie nu este vrednic de Mine. Cine tine la sufletul lui il va pierde, iar cine-si pierde sufletul lui pentru Mine il va gasi.
Prima si a doua, adica singurele...restul sunt pentru cei care nu le indeplinesc pe primele doua...
"Cel ce iubeste pe tata ori pe mama mai mult decat pe Mine nu este vrednic de Mine; cel ce iubeste pe fiu ori pe fiica mai mult decat pe Mine nu este vrednic de Mine. Si cel ce nu-si ia crucea si nu-Mi urmeaza Mie nu este vrednic de Mine. Cine tine la sufletul lui il va pierde, iar cine-si pierde sufletul lui pentru Mine il va gasi.
Nu socotiti ca am venit sa aduc pace pe pamant; n-am venit sa aduc pace, ci sabie.
Caci am venit sa despart pe fiu de tatal sau, pe fiica de mama sa, pe nora de soacra sa.Si dusmanii omului (vor fi) casnicii lui."
Vertical
am dat azi de un site...wertycall.ro ...frumoase reclame, reusite! Mi-ar place sa ii fac si eu un design super blogului dedicat lui Daniel...poate i-ar place si...nimic..era doar un gand...asa cum toate drumurile duceau la Roma in antichitate, toate gandurile mele duc la el.
am observat ca multi folosesc MacOS in locul Windows-ului. Mi-ar fi placut si mie sa-l folosesc, dar fara sa dau nici un ban...cum e romanu'...sa gaseasca totul "moca"...ei, si mi-ar trebui mult timp pana sa invat sa-l folosesc, si mai ales, mi-ar fi trebuit un computer numai al meu...si ar exista vociferari acasa, ca ei sunt pe primul loc si nu eu...si asa si este, in realitate...primul loc il ocupa intotdeauna copiii...de aici si toate deciziile din viata unui om...ca unii le iau pe cele pe care nu ar fi vrut sa le ia si apoi regreta, asta e cu totul altceva, e traiul in minte...mintea e mereu duala...te pune sa iei decizii si apoi regreta ca le-a luat si te pune sa te invinovatesti...cum imi zicea mie Daniel acum doi ani "nu-ti parasi copiii asa cum am facut eu"...si nu era nicidecum vorba despre asa ceva, despre vreo parasire...eu nu i-as fi parasit in veci...daca el a facut-o si regreta, i-as spune ca asta e obiceiul mintii si al oamenilor care asculta de ea: sa acuze, sa invinovateasca...
am observat ca multi folosesc MacOS in locul Windows-ului. Mi-ar fi placut si mie sa-l folosesc, dar fara sa dau nici un ban...cum e romanu'...sa gaseasca totul "moca"...ei, si mi-ar trebui mult timp pana sa invat sa-l folosesc, si mai ales, mi-ar fi trebuit un computer numai al meu...si ar exista vociferari acasa, ca ei sunt pe primul loc si nu eu...si asa si este, in realitate...primul loc il ocupa intotdeauna copiii...de aici si toate deciziile din viata unui om...ca unii le iau pe cele pe care nu ar fi vrut sa le ia si apoi regreta, asta e cu totul altceva, e traiul in minte...mintea e mereu duala...te pune sa iei decizii si apoi regreta ca le-a luat si te pune sa te invinovatesti...cum imi zicea mie Daniel acum doi ani "nu-ti parasi copiii asa cum am facut eu"...si nu era nicidecum vorba despre asa ceva, despre vreo parasire...eu nu i-as fi parasit in veci...daca el a facut-o si regreta, i-as spune ca asta e obiceiul mintii si al oamenilor care asculta de ea: sa acuze, sa invinovateasca...
duminică, 12 decembrie 2010
De-ar sti...dar nu stie...nici nu e in stare sa afle.
Frumoasa piesa! Fiindca nu a scris-o pentru cineva anume, versurile dezvaluie propria neputinta a omului, de a iubi. E psihologica! Pentru ca soarele si luna chiar sunt cu noi deodata! Dar afli numai cand reusesti! Sa iubesti! :)
Daniel Iancu: De-as Sti
keep feeling...
A visa nu înseamnă a aştepta şi împlinirea visului. zice Unamuno...aşadar, voi continua să o fac...viaţa nu inseamnă ceea ce duci la îndeplinire, cât ceea ce visezi să îndeplineşti....asta parcă o spunea Einstein...au dreptate...amândoi...aşa simt şi eu... acum...că visul, oricare ar fi el, îţi dă puterea să trăieşti...şi mai ales să trăieşti frumos...
But it takes you years to know what love is
Jason Mraz - Life is wonderful
It takes a crane to build a crane
It takes two floors to make a storie
It takes an egg to make a hen
It takes a hen to make an egg
There is no end to what I'm saying
It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
And it takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction
life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is wonderful
It takes a night to make it done
And it takes a day to make you young brother
And it takes some old to make you young
It takes some cold to know the sun
It takes the one to have the other
And it takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
And it takes some fears to make you trust
It takes those tears to make it rust
It takes the dust to have it polished
It takes some silence to make sound
And it takes a lost before you found it
And it takes a road to go nowhere
It takes a toll to show you care
It takes a hole to see a mountain
life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is wonderful
life is meaningful
life is wonderful
life is meaningful
life is full of
life is so full of love
life is wonderful
life is meaningful
life is full of
life is so full of love...
Well, it don't matter to me, I'm talking to you
Well it don't matter to me what you say, what you say
And it don't matter to me what you're doing alright, alright.
Because I've heard it all so many times before
Just what you're saying and
I don't really want to hear it all no more, no more
Don't wanna hear it no more
Cos there's no way that you can run
Cos I'm gonna find you
And there's nobody that you can turn to
cos I'll be behind you just to remind you
That it don't matter to me what you say, what you say
Well it didn't matter to me what you're doing alright, alright
It seems to me it's been too easy for you for too long
So you'd better climb down before you fall and hurt your pride, your pride
You're gonna hurt your pride
Cos there' nowhere that you can run to
Cos I'm gonna find you
And there's no place that you can stay
Cos I'll be behind you just to remind you
Well it don't matter to me what you do
Well it don't matter to me, I'm talking to you, talking to you
Well it don't matter to me believe me
Well it don't matter to me...
E un "Easy Lover"...he'll take your heart but you won't feel it...just leave it...LEAVE IT!!!
She'll get a hold on you believe it
Like no other
Before you know it you'll be on your knees
She's an easy lover
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it
She's like no other
And I'm just trying to make you see
She's the kind of girl you dream of
Dream of keeping hold of
Better forget it
You'll never get it
She will play around and leave you
Leave you and deceive you
Better forget it
Or you'll regret it
No you'll never change her, so leave it, leave it
Get out quick cos seeing is believing
It's the only way
You'll never know
She's an Easy lover
She'll get a hold on you believe it
Like no other
Before you know it you'll be on your knees
She's an easy lover
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it
She's like no other
And I'm just trying to make you see
You're the one that wants to hold her
Hold her and control her
Better forget it
You'll never get it
I shall say that there's no other
Till she finds another
Better forget it
Or you'll regret it
And don't try to change her, just leave it, leave it
You're not the only one, ooh seeing is believing
It's the only way
You'll never know, oh
No don't try to change her, just leave it, leave it
You're not the only one can see her, just believe it
It's the only way
You'll never know, oh
She's an easy lover (she's a easy lover)
She'll get a hold on you believe it (get a hold on you)
(She's) like no other
Before you know it you'll be on your knees (you'll be down on your knees)
She's an easy lover
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it (you won't feel it)
She's like no other
And I'm just trying to make you see (trying to make you see)
sâmbătă, 11 decembrie 2010
Amza Pellea fiicei sale, Oana
Te-ai întrupat din stele,
din pulbere, din vânt
din gândurile mele,
din apă, din pământ
şi din iubirea noastră
clocotitoare, vie…
Ai inflorit, albastră,
gingaşă bucurie.
Aluneci ca o rază,
de soare jucăuş,
eşti apa dintr-o rază,
eşti pumnul meu, căuş,
din care însetat,
sorb viaţa-adevărată şi bucurie multă,
şi lacrimă curată,
şi muntele, şi-oceanul, şi cerul înstelat…
Prin tine-întind o mână
Spre-nalt, spre infinit
Şi tu te legi prin mine
de cei care-au murit.
Prin tine devin veşnic,
Şi capăt sens şi ţel,
Prin tine sunt puternic,
Sunt piatră şi oţel.
Şi datorită ţie, fetiţa mea cea mică,
de-acuma lui tăticu
de moarte nu-i e frică”
miercuri, 8 decembrie 2010
prin Iubire cu Iubirea în Iubire păşind...
"Dragostea este
înţelepciunea nebunului
şi
nebunia înţeleptului."
Acum pot spune că înţeleg ce înseamnă înţelepciunea nebunului. Abia iubind, te transformi din nebun în înţelept, fiindcă erai nebun până să iubeşti într-adevăr...aşa cum este nebun fiecare dintre noi care dăruieşte iubire aşteptând ceva în schimbul ei...şi chiar din acest motiv ea este nebunia înţeleptului...de fapt, unui aşa-zis înţelept, căci în zilele noastre, înţelepciunea este confundată cu raţiunea...este nebunia raţiunii, pentru că nici un om raţional nu va înţelege că iubirea se dăruieşte şi nu se răsplăteşte...nici un om raţional înţelept nu va înţelege cum poţi iubi ca un nebun, aşa de unul singur, adică să trăieşti o iubire neîmpărtăşită, neprimită de subiectul iubirii însuşi...pare o nebunie în ochii raţiunii, dar adevărul e că nici o răsplată nu poate fi îndeajuns de mare ca cel iubit să o poată da în schimbul rugăciunii iubitorului...pentru că e singura rugăciune care se urcă la cer, fiindcă e dezinteresată, în sfârşit! de răsplată şi ea coboară daruri minunate peste cel iubit...rugăciunea pentru oamenii care nu ştiu că te rogi pentru ei, este tămâia cea frumos mirositoare şi plăcută Dumnezeului iubirii, El, care este chiar Iubirea...e un mare mister, cum Dumnezeu este însuşi Iubirea...şi cum El se ascunde în inimile noastre, şi de acolo ne face să Îi înălţăm rugi, prin El...prin Iubire cu Iubirea în Iubire păşind...de-aia ajungi în nemurire...Iubirea este cu adevărat cenuşa dorinţelor şi dorurilor noastre de a fi iubiţi de cei pe care îi iubim...unde se sfârşeşte dorinţa, şi dorul, şi dorirea, abia din acel punct începe Iubirea...pentru că Iubirea adevărată vine în acest punct de vid şi transformă Obiectul iubirii în propria obiectivizare a iubitorului. Iubesc ca nebuna...de una singură...pentru înţelepţi, asta este curată nebunie...suprema nebunie. aşa este...au dreptate înţelepţii...dar eu nu mai pot să mă întorc de unde am plecat, chiar dacă aş vrea , nu aş putea...şi pentru că nu mai pot a mă întoarce, merg înainte...şi iubesc...ca o nebună...de una singură...
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