A Visit By Soulmate !

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Her Dilemma!

What Goes Around Comes Around

Abyss : Where are you Now……

Real vs Unreal

Love

Then said Almitra,  Speak to us of Love.

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.  And when he speaks to you believe in him.  Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend   to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.  He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.  But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure.  Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing floor,

Into the season less world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;  For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, ‘God is in my heart, ‘but rather, ‘I am in the heart of God.’ And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude;  And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

As told in “The Prophet” by Khalil Gibran

Stree hona Kathin!

बुद्ध होना आसान है एक रात चुपके से
घर द्वार स्त्री बच्चे को छोड़ कर
सत्य की खोज में निकल जाना
आसान है,,
क्योंकि कोई उंगली
उठती नहीं आप पर
न ही ज्यादा सवाल पूछे जाते हैं
कोई लांछन नहीं लगाता
शब्दों के बाणों से
तन मन छलनी नहीं किया जाता

लेकिन कभी सोचा है
उनकी जगह एक स्त्री होती तो
वो गर चुपके से निकल जाती
एक रात घर द्वार पति नवजात शिशु
को छोड़ कर सत्य की खोज में
क्या कोई विश्वास करता
उसकी इस बात पर
यातनाएँ तोहमतें लगायी जाती
उसके स्त्रीत्व को लाँछित किया जाता
पूरे का पूरा समाज खड़ा हो जाता
उसके विरुद्ध और
ये होती उसकी सत्य की खोज
बुद्ध होना आसान है
पर स्त्री होना कठिन !!…

The People who pack your Parachute !

Air Commodore Vishal was a Jet Pilot. In a combat mission his fighter plane was destroyed by a missile. He however ejected himself and parachuted safely. He won acclaims and appreciations  from many. 

After five years one day he was sitting with his wife in a restaurant. A man from another table came to him and said “You’re Captain Vishal ! You flew jet fighters. You were shot down!”

“How in the world did you know that?” asked Vishal.

“I packed your parachute,” the man smiled and replied.

Vishal gasped in surprise and gratitude and thought if parachute hadn’t worked, I wouldn’t be here today.

Vishal couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about that man. He wondered how many times I might have seen him and not even said ‘Good morning, how are you?’ or anything because, he was a fighter pilot and that person was just a safety worker”

So friends, who is packing your parachute?  Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day.

We need many kinds of parachutes– we need the physical parachute, the mental parachute, the emotional parachute, and the spiritual parachute.

We call on all these supports before reaching safety.  Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important.

We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.

As you go through this moment , this day , this week, and this month recognize the people who pack your parachute.

 

O My Universe !

I love your Feet