The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Love after Love by Derek Walcott
“..If I invented a book that listed every word in every language
It wouldnt be a very useful book,
but you could hold it and know that
everything you could possibly say
was in your hands.”
Extract taken from book by Jonathan Safran-Foer “Extremly loud and Incredibly Close”.
Before you speak ask yourself
is it kind
is it necessary
is it true
does it improve on the silence?
Satya, Truth …Sai Baba
Inhale and God approaches you
Hold the inhale and God remains with you
Exhale and you approach God
Hold the Exhale
and you surrender to God
Krishnamarcharya
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one’s might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.
Rumi
Yo mam pasyati sarvatra
Sarvam ca mayi pasyati
Tasyaham na pranasyami
Sa ca me na pranasyati
For one who sees me everywhere and sees everything in me
I am never lost
Nor is he ever lost to me
Bhagavad Gita 6: 30
Moved into one
stillness and being
frame by frame
breath by breath
we departed
prana no more
apana no more
death became
we submerged
into one
Sadhana Ali
