Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
Monday, January 7, 2013
Friday, May 11, 2012
Heartbeats touch
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, October 10, 2011
Relationship is a mirror...
Each relationship is a mirror. It reflects you. How can you know yourself without the mirror? There is no way. Others' eyes become mirror-like, and when somebody loves you, that mirror is very, very sympathetic towards you; very, very happy with you; delighted with you. In those delighted eyes you are reflected and for the first time a certain acceptability arises.Friday, September 9, 2011
What Women Want ...
Monday, September 5, 2011
What is Love?
It depends. There are as many loves as there are people. Love is a hierarchy, from the lowest rung to the highest. There are many many layers, many planes of love. It all depends on you. If you are existing on the lowest rung, you will have a totally different idea of love than the person who is existing on the highest rung. Adolf Hitler will have one idea of love, Gautam Buddha another; and they will be diametrically opposite, because they are at two extremes.
At the lowest, love is a kind of politics, power politics. Wherever love is contaminated by the idea of domination, it is politics. Whether you call it politics or not is not the question, it is political. And millions of people never know anything about love except this politics -- the politics that exists between husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. It is politics, the whole thing is political: you want to dominate the other, you enjoy domination. And love is nothing but politics sugar-coated, a bitter pill sugar-coated.
If you can watch it, if you try to understand it, in that very understanding you will reach another rung, you will start moving upwards. Only at the highest peak, when love is not a relationship any more, when love becomes a state of your being, the lotus opens totally and great perfume is released -- but only at the highest peak. At its lowest, love is just a political relationship. At its highest, love is a religious state of consciousness. Buddha loves, Jesus loves, but their love demands nothing in return.
I Feel Free
When I am with you
I feel my dreams come true
Your loving touch is like heaven
I am grateful what you have given
When you hug me and kiss me
I feel so calm, so happy and free
Free from heartache and feel so glee
I give away my heart to let you know
I care about you and love you so
My feelings are true and only for you

You picked me up from the ground
showed me your love
helped me understand my life
You showed me the different world
You loved me with all your heart
You love me when I am mad
You love me was I am sad
You love me when I cry
You love me when I lost my mind
and have no idea who I am
I know you love me,
you love me with all your heart
and for that I want to thank you
from the bottom of my heart.
I'd like to run away
From you,
But if you didn't come
And find me ...
I would die.
You know you're in love when you don't wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better than a dream.

If you truly love someone, then the only thing you want for them is to be happy....even if its not with you.
Throughout life you will meet one person who is like no other. You could talk to this person for hours and never get bored, you could tell this person things and they will never judge you. This person is your soulmate... your best friend... never let them go...
Loving someone doesnt need a reason. If you can explain why you love someone, its not called "Love"... its called "Like"

Love is when you find someone who is your best friend and you can be yourself around them. Its when words can't come close to how you feel. Its when you know you are suposed to be together. And if you have to wait forever . . . You Will
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I Love you...
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The music inside
love in its purest form

i love you,
not only for what you are
but for what i am
when i am with you.
i love you,
not only for what
you have made of yourself
but for what
you are making of me.
i love you,
for the part of me
that you bring out;
i love you,
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can’t help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
quite far enough to find.
i love you because you
are helping me to make
of the lumber of my life
not a tavern
but a temple;
out of works
of my every day
not a reproach
not only for what you are
but for what i am
when i am with you.
i love you,
not only for what
you have made of yourself
but for what
you are making of me.
i love you,
for the part of me
that you bring out;
i love you,
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can’t help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
quite far enough to find.
i love you because you
are helping me to make
of the lumber of my life
not a tavern
but a temple;
out of works
of my every day
not a reproach
but a song.
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