~ COLLATERAL BEAUTY ~ The quotes i loved

where there is no beginning and end… that love doesn't have to stop when life ends because death is just a symbolic beginning - for the ones left behind to live and love life. that in death, there is love.time is a concept. there is no beginning, no end. we only feel time when we feel it in our bodies. time is set to measure existence. but really, what is time? real time is when you interact with the people you love to create an impact, to live a life full of love, not even death can conquer. love transcends time, and death. and in death, there is love. and in time, there’s no death - if we are filled with love with the people we love who loves us back, unconditionally…we are all connected 

(Aries Saludo) )

Collateral beauty consists of: Valuable property (memories, life experiences, actions that tie one person to another) owned by two people in their mutual experience of life. The two people unconsciously agree that upon the death of one or the other, this property, which has a value and a beauty all it’s own, becomes solely owned by the survivor of the relationship. The beauty of that relationship will cause much sadness and grief, almost overwhelming the survivor at times. However, as healing begins to replace grief, the beautiful parts of the relationship can be treasured and valued again. Look for that inner beauty, and hold tightly to it. 

(Angela Flitch)

Osho quote ~

"When you Cheat somebody, you are Losing something of your Inner Being... something which is Tremendously Valuable." ~Osho~

Dad i miss you

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the
morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Love quote

“ I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.
~Laurell K. Hamilton~
(A Lick of Frost )

(Photo courtsey Google)

~ Rumi ~

“Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every m
oment what the Source is whispering to you, just to you and for you, without any need for my words or anyone else’s.”

【The work of the lover is to be silent, waiting, always listening with the “inner ear of the heart” for his call. Thus, “catching the divine hint” is an important Sufi practice in which we learn to be continually attentive to our Beloved in order to serve Him】

Quote a day ~Ibn 'Arabi ~

O dear one, listen! I am the reality of the world, the center of the circle. I am the parts and the whole. I am the will holding Heaven and Earth in place. I have given you sight only so you may see me.

0 dear one! I call again and again but you do not hear me, I appear again and again but you do not see me, I fill myself with fragrance, again and again, but you do not smell me. I become savory food yet you do not taste me. Why can't you reach me through your touch Or breathe me in through your sweet perfumes?

Love me, Love yourself in me. No one is deeper within you than I. Others may love you for their own sake, But I love you for yourself.  Dear one! This bargain is not fair. If you take one step toward me, It is only because I have taken a hundred toward you. I am closer to you than yourself. Closer than your soul, than your own breath. Why do you not see me? Why do you not hear me? I am so jealous. I want you to see me-and no one else. To hear me-and no one else, not even yourself

Dear one! Come with me. Let us go to Paradise together. And if we find any road that leads to separation, We will destroy that road. Let us go hand in hand In the presence of Love. Let it be our witness, Let it forever seal this wondrous union of ours.

       

   ~Ibn 'Arabi ~

~ C. JoyBell C ~ quotes i love

For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing:

for the wing of love there is anger;
for the wing of destiny there is fear;
for the wing of pain there is healing;
for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness;
for the wing of pride there is humility;
for the wing of giving there is taking;
for the wing of tears there is joy;
for the wing of rejection there is acceptance;
for the wing of judgment there is grace;
for the wing of honor there is shame;
for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

 We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a generation of people who idealize perfection as the existence of only one of these wings every time. But I see that a bird with one wing is imperfect. An angel with one wing is imperfect. A butterfly with one wing is dead. So this generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in doing so, have created a crippled race.

                     ~◆~

"You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don't know it, all of that doesn't even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It's not like you have forever, so don't waste any of your seconds, don't throw even one of your moments away."

~◆~

"If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate."

~The River~ by Herman Hesse

I am only a ferryman and it is my task to take people across this river. I have taken thousands of people across and to all of them my river has been nothing but a hindrance on their journey. They have travelled for money and business, to weddings and on pilgrimages; the river has been in their way and the ferryman was there to take them quickly across the obstacle. However, amongst the thousands there have been a few, four of five, to whom the river was not a obstacle. They have heard its voice and listened to it, and the river has become holy to them, as it has to me. "Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.

Looking at you

              Oh God !
May every thing,every detail,they see in me....is as sacred and as deep ....as....gazing at your divine form
       .........  ~◆~ ..........

"Har ek sonni cheez wi adyeya

Teri wargi kyon lagdi hai.....? ¿"

..........

Her Beloved ~

cried out aloud to god....

as 

He' ~

gazed at....

Her' ~

~ My veil is stained ~

Manawa mein mere aandhi hai uthi ~

~A storm has risen inside my heart...I surge towards you, spell bound in your love.~
bas stubdh khadi hoon main ~and I am stunned~
Saanson mein baandh apani hi saan

~My breath is stuck within~
nishabd khadi hoon main:

~I am standing speechless~
Duniya se jeeti jeeti, khud se haari 

~I have won from the world, but lost to myself~
bas dhwast khadi hoon mein:(I am just standing shattered)

Aaina main aur aks main 

~I am the mirror and the reflection~

madmast khadi hoon main

~I am standing intoxicated~
Laaga chunari mein daag chhupaau kaise 

~How do I hide the stain on my veil~
Laaga chunari mein daag

 ~My veil is stained~
chunari mein daag chhupaau kaise 

~How do I hide the stain on my veil~
Ghar jaanu kaise

~How do I go home~
Cham, cham cham cham chamchawaat

~Its shining, sparking and reflecting~
antar mein gunje divas raat

~The pain is echoing inside me day and night~
Ek shunya shunya kapti vishal ~A zero and huge deceit~
maaya ka madhyam mantra jaal ~A moderate magical net of delusion~
Mann ki dasha se ladati main phirati 

~I have fought with the state of my heart~
vishwast khadi hoon main

~Still I am standing for sure~
Mari laaj main hoon, chunar bhi main hoon

~I am in great shame, and I am the veil~
chunar pe daag bhi main

~There is a stain on the veil~
Ho gayi maili mori chunariya

~There is lots of dirt on my veil~
kore badan si kori chunariya 

~The veil as untouched as my body~
Jaake baabul se nazarein milaau kaise

~How do I go home and look into the eyes of my father~

ghar jaau kaise

~How do I go home~
Main dhwast dhwast, main nasht pasht

~I am ravaged and destroyed, I am robbed and ruined ~of my honour~

main saral wirral, main ati vishishta

~I am simple greatly, I am precious~
Main shyam shwet, badal mein ret

~I am the dark and white, I am the rippling sand in the sky~
Nirajhar si jhari hoon main

~I am the rain that cannot pour down~
Andhiyaari raat, deepak main baati 

~A dark night, and a wick in the lamp~
Swapnil si khadi hoon main

~I am standing as if I am in a dream~
Kanchan ki kaaya apna hai saaya

~A body as brittle as a glass, and my own shadow~
Bas khud se dari hoon main

~I am just afraid of myself~
Lakdi mein geeti, thodi seeli seeli ~A song in the firewood, that is burning but hidden~
Tham tham ke jalli hoon main

~I have burned in intervals~
Main maaya maaya, main chhaaya chhaaya

~I am the delusion, I am the shadow~
Aatma aur kaaya main

~I am the soul and the body~
Nistubdh khadi hoon main, nishabd khadi hoon main~I am standing speechless~
Vishwast khadi hoon mein

~I am standing for sure~

And that stain on my being i said... He gazed into moi eyes and kissed it....It softly.... gently .... faded into oblivion...he gently whispered into my soul....how can it dare "face" your inner brilliance moi dear...look at me...even I surge towards you, spell bound in your love.....He whom they worship day and night....sits spellbound in your simple love...seeing the Radha and Meera ...

~merge ~ 

and 

Re~

Emerge~

~

....within same breath......

I wait with tears too....to see you dissolve within...

I....

K

E

P

T

Dissolving.....

And~

As i dissolved in the void of his light....

With a start....

I woke up....

it was in a deep yog nidra...

i was dreaming...

about this celestial presence....
A book lay in moi lap....i run moi eyes lazily at the lines on the page.....it was  a book by Henry Rollins.....Words....they stood up...as if they wanted to reach out to moi ...lest i wudnt notice....

I started running moi fingers around them....
"The moon will never lie to anyone. Be like the moon. No one hates the moon or wants to kill it. The moon does not take antidepressants and never gets sent to prison. The moon never shot a guy in the face and ran away. The moon has been around a long time and has never tried to rip anyone off. The moon does not care who you want to touch or what color you are. The moon treats everyone the same. The moon never tries to get in on the guest list or use your name to impress others. Be like the moon. When others insult or belittle in an attempt to elevate themselves, the moon sits passively and watches, never lowering itself to anything that weak. The moon is beautiful and bright. It needs no makeup to look beautiful. The moon never shoves clouds out of its way so it can be seen. The moon needs not fame or money to be powerful. The moon never asks you to go to war to defend it. Be like the moon.

”Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds……"

John O'Donohue Quotes

When we belong, we have an outside mooring to prevent us from falling into ourselves.
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Our hunger to belong is the longing to find a bridge across the distance from isolation to intimacy.

Transience is the force of time that makes a ghost of every experience. There was never a dawn, regardless how beautiful or promising, that did not grow into a noontime. There was never a noon that did not fall into afternoon. There was never an afternoon that did not fade toward evening. There never was a day yet that did not get buried in the graveyard of the night. In this way transience makes a ghost out of everything that happens to us.

Beauty enjoys a profound and ancient autonomy. True beauty is from elsewhere, a pure gift. It cannot be programmed nor its arrival foreseen. It never falls simply into the old patterns of what is already there nor is it frivolous or burdened with leaden solemnity. Frequently, beauty is playful like dancing sunlight, it cannot be predicted, and in the most unlikely scene or situation can suddenly emerge. This spontaneity and playfulness often subverts our self-importance and throws our plans and intentions into disarray. Without intending it, we find ourselves coming alive in a sense of celebration and delight. The pedestrian sequence of a working day breaks, a new door opens and the heart recognizes the silent majesty of the ordinary. The things we never notice, like health, friends and love, emerge from their subdued presence and stand out in their true radiance as gifts we 

could never have earned or achieved.

John O'Donohue Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong.

No one else can confer dignity on you; it is something that comes from within. You cannot fake it or acquire it as you would an accent. You can only receive the gift of dignity from your own heart. When you learn to embrace your self with a sense of appreciation and affection, you begin to glimpse the goodness and light that is in you, and gradually you will realize that you are worthy of respect from yourself. When you recognize your limits, but still embrace your life with affection and graciousness, the sense of inner dignity begins to grow. You become freer and less dependent on the affirmations of outer voices and less troubled by the negativity of others. Now you know that no one has the right to tarnish the image that you have of yourself....Even in compromising and demeaning situations, you can still hold your sense of dignity. At such times your sense of dignity will keep a space of tranquility about you. In the Third World, one is often struck by the immense dignity of the poor. Even hunger and oppression cannot rob them of this grace of spirit. If you do not give it away, no event, situation, or person can take your dignity away from you. The different styles of presence reveal how we belong to ourselves.
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Prayer is the act and presence of sending this light from the bountifulness of your love to other people to heal, free, and bless them. Where there is love in your life, you should share it spiritually with those who are pushed to the very edge of life. There is a very lovely idea in the Celtic tradition that if you send goodness out from yourself, it will come back to you multiplied ten thousand times. In the kingdom of love there is no competition; there is no possessiveness or control. The more love you give away, the more love you will have.
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Every friendship travels at sometime through the black valley of despair. This tests every aspect of your affection. You lose the attraction and the magic. Your sense of each other darkens and your presence is sore. If you can come through this time, it can purify with your love, and falsity and need will fall away. It will bring you onto new ground where affection can grow again."
~

The human face carries mystery and is the exposure point of the mystery of the individual life. It is where the private inner world of a person protrudes into the anonymous world. While the rest of the body is covered, the face is naked. The vulnerability of this nakedness issues a profound invitation for understanding and compassion. The human face is a meeting place for two unknowns: the infinity of the outer world and the unchartered, inner world to which each individual alone has access. This is the night world that lies behind the brightness of the visage. The smile on a face is a surprise or illumination. When the smile crosses the face, it is as if the inner night of this hidden world brightens suddenly. Heidegger said very beautifully that we are custodians of deep and ancient thresholds. In the human face you see that potential and the miracle of undying possibility.

~John O'Donohue~
(Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom)

To Receive Each Day As An Invitation~by John O’Donohue~

The liturgy of dawn signals the wonder of the arriving day. Magic of darkness breaking through into color and light is such a promise of invitation and possibility. No wonder we always associate the hope and urgency of new beginning with the dawn. Each day is the field of brightness where the invitation of our life unfolds. A new day is an intricate and subtle matrix; written into its mystery are the happenings sent to awaken and challenge us.
No day is ever the same, and no day stands still; each one moves through a different territory, awakening new beginnings. A day moves forward in moments, and once a moment has flickered into life, it vanishes and is replaced by the next. It is fascinating that this is where we live, within an emerging lacework that continually unravels. Often a fleeting moment can hold a whole sequence of the future in distilled form: that unprepared second when you looked in a parent’s eye and saw death already beginning to loom. Or the second you noticed a softening in someone’s voice and you knew that a friendship was beginning. Or catching your partner’s gaze upon you and knowing the love that surrounded you. Each day is seeded with recognitions.

~For Love in a Time of Conflict~By John O’Donohue

When the gentleness between you hardens
And you fall out of your belonging with each other,
May the depths you have reached hold you still.
When no true word can be said, or heard,
And you mirror each other in the script of hurt,
When even the silence has become raw and torn,
May you hear again an echo of your first music.
When the weave of affection starts to unravel
And anger begins to sear the ground between you,
Before this weather of grief invites
The black seed of bitterness to find root,
May your souls come to kiss.
Now is the time for one of you to be gracious,
To allow a kindness beyond thought and hurt,
Reach out with sure hands
To take the chalice of your love,
And carry it carefully through this echoless waste
Until this winter pilgrimage leads you
Towards the gateway to spring.
(From Benedictus A Book of Blessings, John O’Donohue)

"Buoyancy"By ~ Rumi ~

Love has taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry.
I tried to keep quietly repeating,
No strength but yours ,
but I couldn’t.
I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
But who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That’s how I hold your voice.
I am scrap wood thrown in your fire,
and quickly reduced to smoke.
I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!
The sky is blue. The world is a blind man
squatting on the road.
But whoever sees your emptiness
sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man.
A great soul hides like Muhammad, or Jesus,
moving through a crowd in a city
where no one knows him.
To praise is to praise
how one surrenders
to the emptiness.
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.
So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where!
Just to be held by the ocean is the best luck
we could have. It’s a total waking up!
Why should we grieve that we’ve been sleeping?
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been unconscious.
We’re groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the buoyancy.

Anthem~by Leonard Cohen

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be….
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
~ Leonard Cohen ~

~Joy is Entering the River~by Ghalib

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river –
Unbearable pain becomes its own cure.
Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn to sighing;
In this way we learn how water can die into air.
When, after heavy rain, the stormclouds disperse,
Is it not that they’ve wept themselves clear to the end?
If you want to know the miracle, how wind can polish
a mirror,
Look~the shining glass grows green in spring.
It’s the rose’s unfolding, Ghalib, that creates the desire to see-
In every color and circumstance, may the eyes be open for what comes.

~Only One Rule~by Hafiz

Only One Rule
The sky
Is a suspended blue ocean.
The stars are the fish that swim.
The planets are the white whales I sometimes
Hitch a ride
On,
The sun and all light
Have forever fused themselves into my heart
And upon my
Skin.
There is only one rule on this Wild Playground,
Every sign Hafiz has ever seen
Reads the same.
They all say,
“Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,
In the Beloved’s divine
Game,
O, in the Beloved’s
Wonderful
Game.”

Sculptor Sylvia Plath For Leonard Baskin

To his house the bodiless
Come to barter endlessly
Vision, wisdom, for bodies
Palpable as his, and weighty.
Hands moving move priestlier
Than priest's hands, invoke no vain
Images of light and air
But sure stations in bronze, wood, stone.
Obdurate, in dense-grained wood,
A bald angel blocks and shapes
The flimsy light; arms folded
Watches his cumbrous world eclipse
Inane worlds of wind and cloud.
Bronze dead dominate the floor,
Resistive, ruddy-bodied,
Dwarfing us. Our bodies flicker
Toward extinction in those eyes
Which, without him, were beggared
Of place, time, and their bodies.
Emulous spirits make discord,
Try entry, enter nightmares
Until his chisel bequeaths
Them life livelier than ours,
A solider repose than death's.

A Prayer for my Daughter【W. B.Yeats】(1865-1939)

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.  There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.
In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.
An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all's accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

My Love

When everyone is trying to be something,be nothing....
Range with emptiness
....my .....
~£ove~

THE ~ VOID ~

The ~THINGS~ that are ...
        

         PRESENT

Through ~THEIR ~

        ~ABSENCE~

Sacred Tears ~

There must be something strangely sacred about salt.It is in our tears and in the sea....
~ Khalil Gibran ~

Alone

some people are so deep

you fall into them

and you never stop falling.....

       ~◆~

“ i took a night drive.

i needed to get away.

i needed to know

it's okay to go

and have no destination,

where time moves slow

or doesn't exist.

that life can be like this,

aimless wandering,

just breathing,

living,

driving forever underneath the stars.

          ~◆~

i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone. who could i love more than this peace?

      ~◆~  ~ i am like the moon ~

sometimes, full.

sometimes, black.

 sometimes,

forever and ever alone....

~Ava~

finding your sacred place

"If you follow the crowd, you will likely get no further than the crowd. If you walk alone, you're likely to end up in places no one has ever been before. Being an achiever is not without its difficulties, for peculiarity breeds contempt. The unfortunate thing about being ahead of your time is that when people finally realize you were right, they'll simply say it was obvious to everyone all along. You have two choices in life. You can dissolve into the main stream, or you can choose to become an achiever and be distinct. To be distinct, you must be different. To be different, you must strive to be what no else but you can be."

~Alan Ashley Pitt~  “When you follow the crowd you lose yourself, but when you follow your soul you will lose the crowd. Eventually your soul tribe will appear. But do not fear the process of solitude.” 

~ Unknown~