You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
Be a lamp unto yourself.
When Indra fashioned the world, he made it as a web, and at every knot in the web is tied a pearl. Everything that exists, or has ever existed, every idea that can be thought about, every datum that is true—every dharma, in the language of Indian philosophy—is a pearl in Indra’s net. Not only is every pearl tied to every other pearl by virtue of the web on which they hang, but on the surface of every pearl is reflected every other jewel on the net. Everything that exists in Indra’s web implies all else that exists.
The Gift of Love
These are the days of my life,
Where I know that I am able,
To be me without you.
These are the scars that we’ve left,
On the arms of one another,
That will heal in time.
These are the flags that we’ll raise,
To be free from the shackles,
Of one another.
These are the winds we’ll embrace,
That touches our hearts,
To bring pain to light.
These are the blessings of our union,
We are forever grateful for,
To love as spirit and soul.
These are the moments we surrender,
To once more receive,
The gift of love.
Imagine a multidimensional spider’s web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image.
The Man of Fire and Gold
The first man I ever loved was fire and gold. He was soul and darkness. His pain was great and so was his suffering. He intrigued me. I believed he was something beyond, but he was only human.
Our love was perfection. He played grace and godliness, and so did I. We were great, so much so that we fooled ourselves. We forgot we were only human.
Our lies unraveled. It hurt to know that we are weak. Beneath us the ground crumbles. We place blame on one another as we are engulfed by the storm. We were sick. Our anger overtakes us.
Our hearts tore apart. Our bond in trust and love broken. We swear we can never love again. Love was fire. Love will burn and destroy us.
We loved to our end. Our love was fury. A love that disintegrates into ashes. Not the kind of love that endures. Not the kind of love that stays.
My man of fire and gold can rest in my memories. He will find his way eventually. We were blessed to meet. To love each other with fever and ecstasy, when we need only kindness.
I have the mind of a child
Asking, why is 2 + 3 always equal to 5?
Where do people go to when they die?
What made the beauty of the moon?
And the beauty of the sea?
Did that beauty make you?
Did that beauty make me?
Will that make me something?
Will I be something?
Am I something?
And the answer comes: you already are, you always, always were, and you still have time to be.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
Love conquers any fear.
This is a subtle Truth.
Whatever you Love, you are.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.
On the creases,
Of our sanity.
Love Reflections 001.
Love is effortless. Yet being together is a human agreement. There will be hardship, pain, and suffering involved. But everything that hurts and causes pain is not love. It may be your ego or ignorance that hurts you, but not love. Love is very aware and accepts you as you are.
We are not perfect. We are vulnerable and human. We have needs, a need to belong, to be needed, and to feel worthy of love. Acknowledging your needs to yourself and sharing that with your partner is an act of love. It is acceptance and understanding that we are human, we are frail, we are weak, but we are loved anyway.
Allow love to bring light to your darkness.
Love yourself completely and you will be able to love and forgive everything.