एक कहानी

*एक सन्यासी घूमते-फिरते एक दुकान पर आये, दुकान मे अनेक छोटे-बड़े डिब्बे थे, सन्यासी के मन में जिज्ञासा उतपन्न हुई,  एक डिब्बे की ओर इशारा करते हुए सन्यासी ने दुकानदार से पूछा, इसमे क्या है ? दुकानदारने कहा - इसमे नमक है ! सन्यासी ने फिर पूछा, इसके पास वाले मे क्या है ? दुकानदार ने कहा, इसमे हल्दी है ! इसी प्रकार सन्यासी पूछ्ते गए और दुकानदार बतलाता रहा, अंत मे पीछे रखे डिब्बे का नंबर आया, सन्यासी ने पूछा उस अंतिम डिब्बे मे क्या है? दुकानदार बोला, उसमे श्रीकृष्ण है !

 सन्यासी ने हैरान होते हुये पूछा श्रीकृष्ण ?? भला यह श्रीकृष्ण  किस वस्तु का नाम है भाई?? मैंने तो इस नाम के किसी समान के बारे में कभी नहीं सुना।  दुकानदार सन्यासी के भोलेपन पर हंस कर बोला - महात्मन ! और डिब्बों मे तो भिन्न-भिन्न वस्तुएं हैं, पर यह डिब्बा खाली है, हम खाली को खाली नही कहकर श्रीकृष्ण  कहते हैं !*

*संन्यासी की आंखें खुली की खुली रह गई !* 

*जिस बात के लिये मैं दर दर भटक रहा था, वो बात मुझे आज एक व्यपारी से समझ आ रही है। वो सन्यासी उस छोटे से किराने के दुकानदार के चरणों में गिर पड़ा ,,, ओह, तो खाली मे श्रीकृष्ण रहता है ! सत्य है भाई भरे हुए में श्रीकृष्ण  को स्थान कहाँ ? (काम, क्रोध,लोभ,मोह, लालच, अभिमान,ईर्ष्या, द्वेष और भली- बुरी, सुख दुख, की बातों से जब दिल-दिमाग भरा रहेगा तो उसमें ईश्वर का वास कैसे होगा ? श्रीकृष्ण  यानी ईश्वर तो खाली याने साफ-सुथरे मन मे ही निवास करता है ! एक छोटी सी दुकान वाले ने सन्यासी को बहुत बड़ी बात समझा दी थी! आज सन्यासी अपने आनंद में था।* 

*जय श्री कृष्ण*

झाँसी की रानी(Jhansi Ki Rani)सुभद्रा कुमारी चौहान(Subhadra Kumari Chauhan)

सिंहासन हिल उठे राजवंषों ने भृकुटी तनी थी,

बूढ़े भारत में आई फिर से नयी जवानी थी,
गुमी हुई आज़ादी की कीमत सबने पहचानी थी,
दूर फिरंगी को करने की सब ने मन में ठनी थी.
चमक उठी सन सत्तावन में, यह तलवार पुरानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
कानपुर के नाना की मुह बोली बहन छब्बिली थी,
लक्ष्मीबाई नाम, पिता की वो संतान अकेली थी,
नाना के सॅंग पढ़ती थी वो नाना के सॅंग खेली थी
बरछी, ढाल, कृपाण, कटारी, उसकी यही सहेली थी.
वीर शिवाजी की गाथाएँ उसकी याद ज़बानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
लक्ष्मी थी या दुर्गा थी वो स्वयं वीरता की अवतार,
देख मराठे पुलकित होते उसकी तलवारों के वार,
नकली युध-व्यूह की रचना और खेलना खूब शिकार,
सैन्य घेरना, दुर्ग तोड़ना यह थे उसके प्रिय खिलवाड़.
महाराष्‍ट्रा-कुल-देवी उसकी भी आराध्या भवानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
हुई वीरता की वैभव के साथ सगाई झाँसी में,
ब्याह हुआ बन आई रानी लक्ष्मी बाई झाँसी में,
राजमहल में बाजी बधाई खुशियाँ छायी झाँसी में,
सुघत बुंडेलों की विरूदावली-सी वो आई झाँसी में.
चित्रा ने अर्जुन को पाया, शिव से मिली भवानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
उदित हुआ सौभाग्या, मुदित महलों में उजियली च्छाई,
किंतु कालगती चुपके-चुपके काली घटा घेर लाई,
तीर चलाने वाले कर में उसे चूड़ियाँ कब भाई,
रानी विधवा हुई है, विधि को भी नहीं दया आई.
निसंतान मारे राजाजी, रानी शोक-सामानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
बुझा दीप झाँसी का तब डॅल्लूसियी मान में हरसाया,
ऱाज्य हड़प करने का यह उसने अच्छा अवसर पाया,
फ़ौरन फौज भेज दुर्ग पर अपना झंडा फेहराया,
लावारिस का वारिस बनकर ब्रिटिश राज झाँसी आया.
अश्रुपुर्णा रानी ने देखा झाँसी हुई वीरानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
अनुनय विनय नहीं सुनती है, विकट शासकों की मॅयैया,
व्यापारी बन दया चाहता था जब वा भारत आया,
डल्हौसि ने पैर पसारे, अब तो पलट गयी काया
राजाओं नव्वाबों को भी उसने पैरों ठुकराया.
रानी दासी बनी, बनी यह दासी अब महारानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
छीनी राजधानी दिल्ली की, लखनऊ छीना बातों-बात,
क़ैद पेशवा था बिठुर में, हुआ नागपुर का भी घाट,
ऊदैपुर, तंजोर, सतारा, कर्नाटक की कौन बिसात?
जबकि सिंध, पंजाब ब्रह्म पर अभी हुआ था वज्र-निपात.
बंगाले, मद्रास आदि की भी तो वही कहानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
रानी रोई रनवासों में, बेगम गुम सी थी बेज़ार,
उनके गहने कपड़े बिकते थे कलकत्ते के बाज़ार,
सरे आम नीलाम छपते थे अँग्रेज़ों के अख़बार,
"नागपुर के ज़ेवर ले लो, लखनऊ के लो नौलख हार".
यों पर्दे की इज़्ज़त परदेसी के हाथ बीकानी थी
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
कुटियों में भी विषम वेदना, महलों में आहत अपमान,
वीर सैनिकों के मान में था अपने पुरखों का अभिमान,
नाना धूंधूपंत पेशवा जूटा रहा था सब सामान,
बहिन छबीली ने रण-चंडी का कर दिया प्रकट आहवान.
हुआ यज्ञा प्रारंभ उन्हे तो सोई ज्योति जगानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
महलों ने दी आग, झोंपड़ी ने ज्वाला सुलगाई थी,
यह स्वतंत्रता की चिंगारी अंतरतम से आई थी,
झाँसी चेती, दिल्ली चेती, लखनऊ लपटें छाई थी,
मेरठ, कानपुर, पटना ने भारी धूम मचाई थी,
जबलपुर, कोल्हापुर, में भी कुछ हलचल उकसानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
इस स्वतंत्रता महायज्ञ में काई वीरवर आए काम,
नाना धूंधूपंत, तांतिया, चतुर अज़ीमुल्ला सरनाम,
अहमदशाह मौलवी, ठाकुर कुंवर सिंह, सैनिक अभिराम,
भारत के इतिहास गगन में अमर रहेंगे जिनके नाम.
लेकिन आज जुर्म कहलाती उनकी जो क़ुर्बानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
इनकी गाथा छोड़, चले हम झाँसी के मैदानों में,
जहाँ खड़ी है लक्ष्मीबाई मर्द बनी मर्दनों में,
लेफ्टिनेंट वॉकर आ पहुँचा, आगे बड़ा जवानों में,
रानी ने तलवार खींच ली, हुआ द्वंद्ध आसमानों में.
ज़ख़्मी होकर वॉकर भागा, उसे अजब हैरानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
रानी बढ़ी कालपी आई, कर सौ मील निरंतर पार,
घोड़ा थक कर गिरा भूमि पर, गया स्वर्ग तत्काल सिधार,
यमुना तट पर अँग्रेज़ों ने फिर खाई रानी से हार,
विजयी रानी आगे चल दी, किया ग्वालियर पर अधिकार.
अँग्रेज़ों के मित्र सिंधिया ने छोड़ी राजधानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
विजय मिली, पर अँग्रेज़ों की फिर सेना घिर आई थी,
अबके जनरल स्मिथ सम्मुख था, उसने मुंहकी खाई थी,
काना और मंदरा सखियाँ रानी के संग आई थी,
यूद्ध क्षेत्र में ऊन दोनो ने भारी मार मचाई थी.
पर पीछे ह्यूरोज़ आ गया, हाय! घिरी अब रानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
तो भी रानी मार काट कर चलती बनी सैन्य के पार,
किंतु सामने नाला आया, था वो संकट विषम अपार,
घोड़ा अड़ा, नया घोड़ा था, इतने में आ गये अवार,
रानी एक, शत्रु बहुतेरे, होने लगे वार-पर-वार.
घायल होकर गिरी सिंहनी, उसे वीर गति पानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
रानी गयी सिधार चिता अब उसकी दिव्य सवारी थी,
मिला तेज से तेज, तेज की वो सच्ची अधिकारी थी,
अभी उम्र कुल तेईस की थी, मनुज नहीं अवतारी थी,
हमको जीवित करने आई बन स्वतंत्रता-नारी थी,
दिखा गयी पथ, सीखा गयी हमको जो सीख सिखानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी.
जाओ रानी याद रखेंगे ये कृतज्ञ भारतवासी,
यह तेरा बलिदान जागावेगा स्वतंत्रता अविनासी,
होवे चुप इतिहास, लगे सच्चाई को चाहे फाँसी,
हो मदमाती विजय, मिटा दे गोलों से चाहे झाँसी.
तेरा स्मारक तू ही होगी, तू खुद अमिट निशानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वो तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी

The essence of Paramahansa Yogananda

Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.

The season of failure is the best time for sowing the seeds of success.

Remain calm, serene, always in command of yourself. You will then find out how easy it is to get along.

The happiness of one's own heart alone cannot satisfy the soul; one must try to include, as necessary to one's own happiness, the happiness of others.

Truth is exact correspondence with reality.

The man form is higher than the angel form; of all forms it is the highest. Man is the highest being in creation, because he aspires to freedom.

Aloneness and £oneliness

"There are two sorts of aloneness; one is loneliness, another is aloneness. If you have not loved, and you move into solitariness, it will be loneliness, you will feel a deep hunger for the other. It will not be aloneness. The other will be there -- as absence. You will continuously feel the absence of the other, you will hanker. Maybe that's why people who have not loved well, they start talking to God, to an imaginary phenomenon -- to fill their loneliness,  to be occupied with someone.

It is a fantasy, it is a dream -- good, religious, but still a dream. One has to go beyond all dreaming. One has to go to the point when one is sure enough that the other is not needed. I am not saying that that type of person will not love. In fact only that type of person can love. But then he loves out of abundance. Then it is not a NEED. On the contrary he is so full, flooded, that he would like to share. Then he is in search of people who would like to unburden him, who would help him unburden his heart. The greatest lover is one whose need for love has disappeared.

Otherwise, there are small lovers, for whom love is a need just like food. They cannot be without food and they cannot be without a woman or without a man. But when you can be without, and you can be as beautiful without as you are with, then the greatest phenomenon happens: out of silence, if a dialogue starts, it is the greatest dialogue.

So these are the two things to remember. If you feel that there is a deep hankering for love, then prayer is the way for you. Let the other be there, talk to him, be with him."
~ OSHO~
Tao The Three Treasures,Vol 3

Ibn' Arabi ~ Alone with the Alone

Ibn' Arabi ~ Alone with the Alone

Hear, O My beloved!

You are the reason for the being of the world
You are the center-point of the sphere and its encompassing

You are its complexity and simplicity

You are the order brought down between heaven and earth

I did not create for you realizations
except that you realize Me in them

And when you realize Me, you realize yourself

Do not strive to realize Me in the realization of yourself

By My Eye you will see Me and yourself

You will not see Me by the eye of yourself

Beloved,
How often have I called you
and you do not hear

How often have I stood before you
and you do not witness Me

How often have I embodied Myself in sense
and you do not inhale
and in the flavors and you do not savor the taste
for My sake

What is the matter with you
that you do not feel Me when you touch?

Why do you not recognize Me in the fragrances of musk?

Why do you not see Me? Why do you not hear Me?

What is the matter with you!

What is the matter with you!

I Am your most heady rupture
beyond any delight

My craving for you is more intense
than any born for an object of desire 

I Am better for you
than any good thing

I Am the Beautiful
I Am the Elegant

Love Me, Love Me
Love Me alone

Desire Me ardently

Be consumed in Me,
not engrossed in other than Me

Take Me in,
Receive Me

You will not find an intimate like Me

Everything wants you for itself
but I want you for your sake

But you, you avoid Me

Beloved,
You can not meet Me half-way
in your drawing close to Me
My drawing close to you outweighs a hundredfold
of means by which you approach Me

I Am closer to you than your self
And your self, which performs these acts, 

is other than Me, created.

Beloved,
I am jealous of you, from you
I can not bear to see you
with otherness or with yourself
Be with Me in Me
With yourself just as you are with Me

Then My Beloved
you will not even feel the Union.
The Union!

Had we found a path towards separation
We would let the separation savor separation

Beloved,
Come, hand in hand,
enter reality that it may decide
between us with a judgment of eternity

Beloved antagonist,
pleasure can not be found
in dispute between lovers
pleasure is in the converse

O heart, 

O heart

~ Muhyiddin Ibn ‘Arabi ~
(Translated by Abraham Abadi and Aaron Cass)

~Gam zeh ya'avor~This too shall pass."Two versions of story

One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, "Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for the Sukkot festival, which gives you six months to find it."
"If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty," replied Benaiah, "I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?"
"It has special powers," answered the king. "If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy." Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister some added humility.
Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the day before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of the poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day's wares on a shabby carpet. "Have you by any chance heard of a special ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?" asked Benaiah.
He watched the elderly man take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile.
That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. "Well, my friend," said King Solomon, "have you found what I sent you after?" All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled.
To everyone's surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, "Here it is, your majesty!" As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: Gimel, Zayin, Yud, which begin the words "Gam zeh ya'avor - This too shall pass."
At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.
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A dervish who had traveled long and hard through the desert finally came to civilization after a long journey.The village was called Sandy Hills, and it was dry and hot.The dervish politely asked, where he could find food and lodging for the night.“Well,” said the man, scratching his head, “we don’t have such a place in our village, but I am sure Shakir would be happy to provide for you tonight.” Then the man gave directions to the ranch owned by Shakir, whose name means “one who thanks the Lord constantly.”As it turned out, Shakir was a very hospitable and kind person.He insisted that the dervish stay a couple of days in his house.At the end of his stay, they even supplied him with plenty of food and water for the journey.On his way back to the desert, the dervish could not help puzzling over the meaning of Shakir’s last words at the time of farewell. The dervish had said, “Thank God that you are well off.”Shakir had replied, “Don’t be fooled by appearances, for this too shall pass.”During his years on the Sufi path the dervish had come to understand that anything he heard or saw during his journey offered a lesson to be learned and thus was worthy of contemplation. In fact, that was the reason he had undertaken the journey in the first place to learn more.And so he passed five more years of traveling to different lands, meeting new people, and learning from his experiences along the way. Every adventure offered a new lesson to be learned,One day, the dervish found himself returning to Sandy Hills, the same village at which he had stopped a few years before. He remembered his friend Shakir and asked after him.“He lives in the neighboring village, ten miles from here. He now works for Haddad,a villager answered  Happy at the prospect of seeing Shakir the dervish again rushed toward the neighboring village. At Haddad’s marvelous home, the dervish was greeted by Shakir, who looked much older now and was dressed in rags. “What happened to you?” the dervish wanted to know. Shakir replied that a flood … had left him with no cattle and no house. So he and his family had become servants of Haddad… . This turn of fortune, however, had not changed the kind and friendly manner of Shakir and his family. They graciously took care of the dervish … and gave him food and water before he left. As he was leaving, the dervish said, “I am so sorry for what has happened to you and your family. I know that God has a reason for what He does.” “Oh, but remember, this too shall pass.”Shakir’s voice kept echoing in the dervish’s ears. The man’s smiling face and calm spirit never left his mind…
The dervish traveled to India. Upon returning to his homeland, Persia, he decided to visit Shakir one more time,But instead of finding his friend Shakir there, he was shown a modest grave with the inscription,“This too shall pass.” “Riches come and go,” thought the dervish to himself, “but how can a tomb change?”From that time on, the dervish made it a point to visit the tomb of his friend every year.However, on one of his visits, he found the cemetery and the grave gone, washed away by the flood.He lifted his head to the sky and,as if discovering a greater meaning,said,“This too shall pass.”When the dervish had finally become too old to travel, he decided to settle down. People came from all over to have the benefit of his wisdom. Eventually his fame spread to the king’s great advisor, who happened to be looking for someone with great wisdom.
The fact was, the king desired a ring be made for him.The ring was to be a special one: it was to carry an inscription such that if the king was sad, he could look at the ring and it would make him happy,and if he was happy, it would make him sad, Many men and women came forward with suggestions for the ring, but the king liked none of them.So the advisor wrote to the dervish asking for help.A few days later, an emerald ring was made and presented to the king.The king, who had been depressed for days, reluctantly put the ring on his finger. Then he started to smile, and a few moments later, he was laughing loudly.On the ring were inscribed the words,“This too shall pass.”

Falling in love....are you ?

Infact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love.The word ’fall’ is not right.Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love.Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it~no,not at all, he does not even need your thanks.He thanks you for accepting his love.And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens,one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one.But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free.There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate.How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity.How can you think of dominating a person you love?You would love to see the person totally free, independent;you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced~they have become more enhanced.The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison.Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages.And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

~Osho~

The beauty and mysticism of the lotus flower

The lotus flower is held sacred, and one of the most revered spiritual symbols by many cultures and people throughout the world. Of the many things this beautifully fragrant flower represents, rebirth and purity are perhaps the two most powerful symbols of it. This is because the lotus rises from muddy waters and blooms as a brilliantly pure  flower. The lotus is also thought of as a symbol of human consciousness on the path to spiritual enlightenment.In Hinduism, the unfolding lotus flower petals is suggestive of the awakening of the soul, like the symbolism in Buddhist tradition, the lotus flower rising from the mud denotes spiritual expansion and personal growth.The seven major energy centers located within a person’s body are also represented by a lotus flower, each with a specific number of lotus petals for each individual chakra.Each lotus petal of the chakra can be thought of as opening and “blooming” along with a person’s energy,as each chakra becomes activated when we begin to raise our consciousness and touch upon our own divinity and strive to be pure,as we work through our own limitations until we discover...

Enlightenment ....

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Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.

~Suzy Kassem~

I am blooming from the wound where I once bled.”....

“The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud — the obstacles of life and its suffering. … The mud speaks of the common ground that humans share, no matter what our stations in life. … Whether we have it all or we have nothing, we are all faced with the same obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying and death. If we are to strive as human beings to gain more wisdom, more kindness and more compassion, we must have the intention to grow as a lotus and open each petal one by one. ” 
~ Goldie Hawn ~

Like the lotus flower that is born out of mud, we must honor the darkest parts of ourselves and the most painful of our life’s experiences, because they are what allow us to birth our most beautiful self.

               ~Debbie Ford~

The lotus is a reminder that in a word riddled with fear,we can stay loving inside and, one by one, open our petals to spread that peace into the worl

A person should live like the lotus, being in the world but not affected by it. You should always express your natural beauty, though you may grow in a dirty place. Nothing from outside should affect you

The lotus flower turns its head towards the sun always. That means it always turns towards the light; it receives the light constantly. So  let us strive to be like this

ever-enlightened flower.

~ 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.
~
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.