Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.
While the impostor draws his identity from past achievements and the adulation of others, the true self claims identity in its belovedness. We encounter God in the ordinariness of life: not in the search for spiritual highs and extraordinary, mystical experiences but in our simple presence in life.
Our identity rests in God's relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.
You know how it goes: at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God. Then you abandoned life and lover and started celebrating your love for God.
The yogi can relate to his Beloved in the form of a personal relationship-as a friend, a child, a spouse. He can cherish God in traditional religious performances–honoring saints, holy sites, and scriptures. He can hold God dear in the form of union—as his own Self, or in samadhi. All forms of God are equally suitable for love. (165)
I am looking for the one I can’t fool.
Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you.
Beloved' His eyes contain the history of the world Of all its inhabitants who come and go He yields his wisdom freely for all So human hearts may follow his well-worn tracks Peace and grace surround him As Nature shields him in her protective embrace She moves through him speaking softly Enchanting tales of her wilderness Quietly as a leaf finds the forest floor She brushes his cheek with faintest touch Reminding him she is his true home Guarding his footsteps over all terrain She brings him comfort when darkness falls Through flickering flames and dancing moonlight And when he closes his eyes to sleep She guides his dreams to his soul’s remembrance Of life as one with the Nature he loves
I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.
Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.
As Venus within Eros does not really aim at pleasure, so Eros does not aim at happiness. We may think he does, but when he is brought to the test it proves otherwise... For it is the very mark of Eros that when he is in us we had rather share unhappiness with the Beloved than be happy on any other terms.
A wise person hates none and loves everyone. When you give love to someone without any expectations, your happiness account is credited. Each time you hate those who love you, or cheat your friends or become unfaithful to your beloved, a certain amount of happiness gets debited from your account.
No gasp at a miracle that is truly miraculous because the magic lies in the fact that you knew it was there for you all along.
Silent solitude makes true speech possible and personal. If I am not in touch with my own belovedness, then I cannot touch the sacredness of others. If I am estranged from myself, I am likewise a stranger to others.
To ignore, repress, or dismiss our feelings is to fail to listen to the stirrings of the Spirit within our emotional life. Jesus listened. In John's Gospel we are told that Jesus was moved with the deepest emotions (11:33)... The gospel portrait of the beloved Child of Abba is that of a man exquisitely attuned to His emotions and uninhibited in expressing them. The Son of Man did not scorn of reject feelings as fickle and unreliable. They were sensitive antennae to which He listened carefully and through which He perceived the will of His Father for congruent speech and action.
কাউকে করো না দায়ী কারোর বিরুদ্ধ তুমি কোরো না নালিশ কখনোই, কোন কিছুকেই দায়ী কোরো না কখনো; কারণ জীবনে তুমি যা চেয়েছ তা-ই তুমি করেছ মূলত। মেনে নাও নির্মানের অন্তরায় আর নিজেকে শোধরানোর শুরুর সাহস। ভুলের ভস্ম থেকে উঠে আসে প্রকৃত মানুষের সফলতা। কখনো কোরো না দায়ী নিয়তি ও একাকিত্বকে মোকাবেলা করো সব সাহসের সঙ্গে। যেকোনভাবেই হোক-এ তোমারই কাজের ফসল, তুলে ধরো নিয়ত জয়ের লক্ষণ। নিজের ব্যার্থতায় তিক্ত হোয়ো না আর অন্যের কাঁধে তাকে দিয়ো না চাপিয়ে, এই বেলা মেনে নাও কিংবা শিশুর মতো
The Moth and Its Beloved Ask the moth the beauty of the candle And it will burn without a confession There is a secret to its longing For it feels no fear or hesitation The moth is too much in love with the flame Yet it does not appear under the sun For the moon’s light is far too feeble, and It gave up on its pursuit of the sun Just a sight of a candle is enough To remind it of its real beloved So it settles for that candle in reach, Revels in its heat, and asks to be burned
The moments spent with the beloved are Why, today, there is a loneliness The eyes that illuminated this world Are now gone to light up this sheer darkness
I will look for you in every lifetime and love you there.
I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.