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As Louis said, I was really touched by The Alchemist like other millions of people.
I recognized in it some of the ideas that had always made me live even in the worst moments of my life. I’ m gratefull to Cohelo who didn’t stop fighting for his dreams (and, as I discoverd, was helped by our “Common Great Friend”)because thanking to his dremas the Word of Truth touchet my heart again and I redescovered what I had lose: my faith first and, secondly but not least, My Own Way.
The readers of Cohelo’s book will enjoy what’s following.
I’haven’t been opening my mail box for a long time because of the many things I have to do in this particular time of my life. But this evening,I decided to stop.
In the silence of my bedroom I sat in front of the computer in order to find out some news about what was going on in the World so far away from my relity.
But I found myself in front of a little screen looking for a human touch. Ridiculous. I felt lonely. I feel lonely right now.
I decided to control my mail box. And I found just 1 email, from this site, talking abou magic moments. I opened the link for the Blog and saw the video that Cohelo left about lonesome.
Coincidence…?Coincidences don’t exist: they are impossible. I experienced it thanking to this great man.
Anyway, I’ m going to leave my reflection on lonesome.
It is one of the most precious things we can receive in the world. Why? It’ s easy: we feel alone, but deeply in our soul we know that we are not alone. I mean: we foget it with pleasure. Because even in a grater depth we know that only troght lonesome we are capable of recognizing the real consistence of our life, of the world that was made for us. Only with a recollection in lonsome (as Wordsworth said), we are able to find Our Way to go on: the center of our life is our individuality. Everything will happen: we know that the only presence we will have to face with is our soul, and so, the whole soul of the World…
Moreover, only by experiencing lonesome men are capable of understanding another grat treasure of life: Friends, people that love us. Even if we always have to remember that we bild Our Way, we never have to forget that along the curves of life people that really love us will help us feeling our pain; they will help us to comunicate with ourselfs trought their lightfull presence, bringing us somewhere we didn’t expect..
This is what i learnd this terrible year of pain, sorrow and lonesome. Thanking to this great man who helped my heart finding my way home in positivity and God..
Thnk you.
I was very much touched after reading The Alchemist, much like millions of others and it inspired me on many fronts; also inspiring me to write this poem. Thank you for helping me find my passion.
This shopkeeper sent his son out looking for the secret of happiness,
And after forty days wandering, pandering the atlas,
He came across a castle and handpicked it like an apple,
It sat at the top of a mountain and he straddled it very agile,
It was here where the wise man lived,
But instead of a saintly man the bustle of activity gave wind,
To many thoughts and notions conversations stirring the oceans,
Exploding potions, orchestras and commotions, holy Moses!!
As the wise man conversed with everyone in attendance,
The boy had to wait a couple hours just to get his attention,
And once he did, he explained his intentions.
But the wise man didn’t have time for this sort of convention.
Relinquishing, that the secret of happiness took more than just a second,
Though the wise man had an alternative,
Stroll around my castle and adore my home furnishing,
But first, I want you to take this teaspoon and oil,
Make sure not to spill a drop along your toils
The boy coiled up the stairs his eyes glared to the spoon,
He dares not to drop a drop till he returned to the room,
“Well”, asked the wise man standing.
“Did you see the Persian tapestries hanging?”
“No!”
“What about the hand-crafted garden and the beautiful parchments in my library?”
“No, I’m terribly sorry and embarrassed”
“My only concern was not to be careless, being entrusted with the teaspoon and oil in all fairness”
“Then go back and observe these marvels,
They are some of the rarest”, implied the wise man.
“I am not to be trusted until you see how my lives been”.
Relieved,
The boy picked up the spoon and resumed pursuing the castle,
The paintings came alive and the garden’s view was magical.
So, the boy returned to the wise man and relayed in detail
Everything that he had seen today during the sequel,
“But where are the drops of oil that you adjourned?”
The boy turned his head and learned,
The oil ventured off his spoon
And spread through all the rooms.
Well the man of the wise had only one piece of advice,
“The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels worldwide,
But to never forget the drops of oil on your spoonside”
The boy said nothing understanding the lesson and gave his blessing.
I’d like to offer the following observations about the true cause of cruelty, a cause that exists in every single one of us and stands also as the true cause of murder and war. Interested readers can find the discussion at the link below:
http://www.happinessinthisworld.com/2009/07/19/the-true-cause-of-cruelty/
Dear Alex
Indeed… Thanks for that.
Love
Marie-Christine
I don’t know when Suphi is due to return, but I just wanted to say:
THANK YOU, SUPHI
AND ALL the team members
who work so hard to make this blog what it is!!!
BIG KISS,
Savita
Suphi is back Savita
:)
Dear Paulo Coehlo. i hope you are well. before everyday i received an email from your blog. now this does not happen and i wondered if you were okay.
love and light and fun,
ellie
I want to share my day with this community and with you Paulo.
Ever had one of those moments that lift up your soul and are just too magical to doubt?
Today after my morning workout i entered a big book store, to buy WOL for my cousin turning 18. A lady working there asked if i needed assistance.
“yes, where do you have the international authors section? I’m looking for a very specific book”
“over here, let me show you. What book are you looking for?”
“Warrior of the light, by Paulo Coelho”
“Ah, my favorite author… have you read the last one, the winner stands alone?”
… our conversation derailed in a matter of seconds on the universe always providing what you need. I did not tell her anything about me, and I did not enter the store upset. In fact, I always look tired with a glow of happiness after workouts, and I cannot trace anything about me that would trigger or suggest her words.
We talked for about ten minutes, and in everything she did she kept reassuring me I need to take the risk without worrying, the universe will provide what I need.
By the end of our short talk, i was in tears, but she was not worrying about it, she knew i was all right. She looked straight into me and said “have a great life!”, repeatedly.
Even though it does not seem to be my style, she was so powerful, decisive, that i accepted it all in my heart as a message for me.
Her name was Sultana. She had no way of knowing the night before i went through the ritual of forgiving and letting go.
And this woman and the use of your name in a book store were my first signs of the future.
I feel beyond grateful, i feel at peace.
Wow Anca, what an experience… I’ve often found myself in such situations, synchronicity of energies is not uncommon.
But this reminds me something I’d like to share with Paulo as well.
So I was hanging out by the pool with my friends and reading The Devil and Miss Prym and one of my friends asked me why it is that all woman love Paulo Coelho, I said What? what do you mean, why are you saying that? and he said that his co-worker is reading The Winner Stands Alone, I was happy and surprised, and then he said that her cousin or niece, I cannot remember, who is mute and deaf is obsessed with Paulo Coelho’s books. He said her favorite is The Witch of Portobello. I thought it would have been the Alchemist but nevertheless it was an interesting story.
love
C.
¿Que todas las mariposas tengan dos alas da derecho suficiente para afirmar que una mariposa con una sola ala es una mariposa imperfecta?
Aún así, aceptando que existe en este mundo algo perfecto, ¿cuánto mejor es algo perfecto que algo que no lo es? ¿Qué ventajas trae lo perfecto sobre lo imperfecto?
Atenciosamente
Clara
Clara, No creo que sea imperfecta, solo es diferente… o ¿quién sabe? quizá sea que está más evolucionada y de aqui a mil años todas las mariposas tengan solo una ala…
MY SALUTE TO U : MICHAEL
Today As i was listening to songs,
i finally located MIchAEl jackson’s collection. after his death i delibrately avoided listening to his songs for sometime. today i let the river flow. as i listen to his “heal teh world” nth time my thoughts go to him.
such sad end, he was a warrior, a boy wonder who never grew up, u grow up in schools, in your interaction with your world. since he was too young, he was a fighter that is why he learnt to sing so well. a boy who was given all chocolates and exploited by vested interests. he was made to beleive he is a king and then they took away carpet from under his feet, the boy was lost, but he was s fighter and a genius, who faught, even at the time of his death he was preparing for another salvo for his children, was he killed, did he kill himslef, did he got killed, these questions are meaningless now.
Michael – we will not forget your message, we cann’t. RIP.
love
aditya
“What is happiness?” I was once asked. It is a state of well-being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. Period. But is this the answer to the deep underlying human significance of this question? Hardly. Therefore we have to reword the question. Is it about the frequently invoked meaning of life? Is there such a thing? Or is it rather about obtaining a state of peace of mind? Are we, human beings, supposed to be “happy”? Is perceived happiness just “Soma” for us people to keep us quiet and functioning? Is life about living our inherent human potential to the fullest and enjoying the feeling of happiness as a consequence? Or can happiness be generated artificially? Without any preceding meaningful action? Can I just sit there and be happy? However, it is complex. It seems to me that we human beings have, on the one hand, some kind of elemental mission to fulfill during our lifetime. A profound nature-inherent mission which we cannot argue about. On the other hand we have the ability to reflect about our doing, as no other creature on this planet can. We are even able to ponder about our thinking and feeling. Actually, this is what we are doing right now. And this is where all the trouble starts. Or is it rather the potential for hope, profound meaning, and true value which goes hand in hand with this unique ability? I believe we have to distinguish between the feelings of superficial short-term happiness and substantial insight-based satisfaction. I am sure we can live a quite happy life by just following our “god-given” mission, without questioning anything. But is this kind of life really saturated with deep inner value? Do we live our lives to the fullest by pursuing the mission blindly? Just being compliant? Or are we supposed to make full use of our abilities, being naughty and egoistic? Daring pure non-compliance? In order to answer these questions we need a useful point of reference. But what could constitute an all-embracing benchmark for our lives? Is there such a thing? Can there be one at all? Or is life too complex and individual to be measured by only one yardstick? Certainly. Nevertheless we all seem to share a common understanding of a fulfilled life. At least concerning the core of it. We just live it in different forms and on different levels, trying to achieve the best we can be. However, on this journey we are advised not to be too considered towards conformity. Instead leading a self-determined life without fearing temporary falls and encompassing resentments, strongly believing in ourselves and our very own individual path where no one else can follow. Certainly in peace with our human nature and society. Otherwise we are doomed to fight a war we cannot win. So in conclusion, without having defined the exact location of the greater transcendent bliss we are all searching for, we can be content with having all our abilities and the consequent possibilities. We just have to make use of them. And happiness will follow…
Happiness is… http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30563066&l=f9e1f21a0b&id=1294597589
(Sorry! Couldn’t resist.)
Cher Paulo,
je ne peux m’em[echer de penser finances….les banques en particulier.
Est-ce que nous sommes tous devenus dingues ou quoi?
On ouvre un compte en banque, depose notre argent. Aussitot, les restrictions sont imposees. On ne peut pas y echapper.
- vous pouvez retirer qu’une certaine somme par jour.
Si vous voulez prendre plus, il faut une permission speciale. C’est un peu comme si les banques nous rendaient un service.
Et pour les gros montants…oh la la attention, il faut presque prendre rendez-vous des semaines a l’avance.
Je ne sais si tu penses comme moi, je croyais que c’etait notre argent, pas la leur…
J’ai du faire une erreur.
:)
Dear Paulo,
I can’t help thinking abour finances…banking in particular.
Have we all gone daft or what?
We open a bank account, deposit our money and as soon as it is in…restrictions appear everywhere and everyway you can think of.
You cannot escape it.
-You can only withdraw a certain amount per day.
For big amounts. Oh La la careful, you have to make an appointment weeks ahead. A bit like the Baks are doing us a big favour.
Forgive me, I thought it was our money …not theirs?
With love,
Marie-Christine
PS -Thanks for signing the book. J’ai bien rigole quand j’ai ouvert le livre…. Yee ah !:)
Dear Sheila,
I am well, thank you, walking everywhere or using the tram. Looking after the environment. I just saw the Exhibition of Yann- Arthus Bertrand and …Le Tour de France – (I saw Lance as well) -. It was overwhelming, such a big Show.
I go pass the “Hired bikes” everyday.It is very tempting – munching on that lovely crusty bread – yep you guessed it I am expanding at a fast rate -.
By the time the banking fees arrive, there is nothing left into my account Sheela, just relax.- I am heading for Lichstenstein in the near future – :)
It is good to be back ‘here” and here too. Immersing myself into the culture again and practicing my French.
Love and :)
Marie-Christine
Já reporou como as pessoas vivem da desgraça? Como os meios de comunicação enfatizam a morte, a violência, a corrupção etc.Nós sabemos que todo isso existe e ocorre no mundo.Mas será que é só isso? Por que tentamos sempre criar mitos? Será que é para justificar a nossa ignorância?Se é bem verdade que nós somos a semelhança de Deus, o que nos falta para mudarmos esta situação.Todo Homem/Mulher é uma pequena divindade.Não precisamos de igrejas,santos,mesquitas,terreiros,sacerdotes…Pra que tudo isso?Por que tantas teorias?Talvez inventamos tudo isso, para justificarmos o nosso nada r a capacidade de sermos o NADA.Muitos passam pela vida,poucos realmente a vivem.Os que vivem de verdade, serão sempre lembrados e se tornarão mitos.
Hi everybody :D.. I just want to share the experience I had with my ex-girlfriend.
I loved her dearly and I can’t accept the reason why we broke up. When we were together, she has this bestfriend who was in love with her. I know of this even before she does because when she told him about us, the guy practically cried and whined about them not being able to go together. Our relationship was like any other. The only difference is that we don’t restrict ourselves to a certain set of rules because I believed that you’re in a relationship to improve your being and not to control. But then after a while, she started to show signs of no interest to me. I tried asking her what’s wrong and then her answer is always “It’s nothing”.
I accepted her answers believing that what she is saying is true. But after a while, she starts going out with her best friend frequently and our times together started to become less and less. This became bothersome to the point that I started to become insecure.
I finally reached a conclusion that I’m going to force her to answer the question again. Eventually she said that she was falling in love with her best friend and that it’s been a while she had those feelings for him. She also said that she still loves me but she’s in a state of confusion. I was shocked and mad at the same time. I immediately broke the relationship off with no violent actions or vulgar words fortunately.
Now this got me thinking, what should I do in order for a relationship to work? I need help because I met another girl who I think is just waiting for me to ask her and I’m afraid to because history might repeat itself…
If you are moved by the girl who you sense wants you to make an overture, MAKE ONE. If you are too proccupied by the past to even know whether you are moved by the girl, try this:
Imagine your ex girlfriend. See her. Feel her. Fill the scene with a pink light, and – to the best of your powers – send love into the scene. Visualize your former lover in this pink light, and say to her, “I love you and I release you. I love you so much that I want you to find your highest fulfillment. I let you go towards that fulfillment.”
This will help on every level…
¡Que tengáis un gran fin de semana!
Have a great week-end!!
Hi! Hope everybody is doing great today. I am having a great day! I just thought i could post something here today, because I really need help. It´s about the exciting production of the movie The Alchemist. I am looking forward to get a chance to audition for the role of Santiago and I have been searching every single day in every website possible about any type of information refering to this. I even send a letter to The Weinstein Company in New York and I haven´t gotten any response. I wont surrender, but i need help.
If anybody knows about this please, please help me.
Mr. Coelho if you are reading this, please help me. I am jsut asking to know where are the auditions going to take place, the rest is up to the people in charge of the movie of course. but i need a chance.
Thank you all. Bless you
Ill leave my email lalosala3@hotmail.com
So far, no news. I met Harvey Wenstein in Cannes, they were still working on the screeenplay.
Did somesone read the book written by Vladimir Megre Ringing Cedar(s)
What’s your opion?
vreau sa ma relaxez pentru cateva minute,incerc sa ma joc,sa ascult muzica,dar nu reusesc-deoarece singura mea metoda de relaxare este scrisul.incerc sa arunc niste cuvinte pe o pagina alba,doar pentru a gasi zambetul atat de dulce al vietii.. cand scriu incerc sa transmit caldura in sufletele cititorilor,incerc sa strivesc ura care se afla in fiecare dintre noi-se afla si in mine,deoarece si eu imi urasc greselile,imperfectiunile corpului meu..dar intotdeauna gasesc sa aflu motivul principal al existentei mele pe pamant:trebuie sa transmit un mesaj sacru pamantenilor,un mesaj de iubire.viata mea este imaginea ta,atunci cand am nevoie de ajutor,cand sunt singur sau necajit,ochii tai ma salveaza…dar iata ca brusc am ramas cutremurat-un gand mi-a inghetat mintea-e infricosator..oare de ce ma gandesc tocmai acum la asa ceva?daca tu ar trebui sa pleci,iar eu sa raman in acest loc,cine mi-ar mai putea alina suferinta?desigur,am cateva poze cu tine,cateva capodopere de arta,care mi-ar putea fi de ajutor..dar daca eu nu as mai putea vedea,daca as orbi?nu ar fi un obstacol,pentru ca desi nu te-as putea vedea,imaginea chipului tau va ramane intotdeauna intiparita in sufletul meu,si este imposibil sa o uit..nu ma tem de faptul ca s-ar putea sa nu mai fiu capabil sa scriu,pentru ca tot as gasi o metoda pentru a-mi exprima sentimentele-as vorbi,as dansa,as desena-dar totusi,exista o metoda mult mai buna-atingerile sunt cele mai importante.,..imbratisarile sunt in stare de orice,sunt adevaratul zambet al acestui univers,
dar iata ca am ajuns la un lucru interesant-vreau sa discut putin despre teoria cosmogonica.se spune ca la inceput dintr-un nor de praf s-a format o sfera..din aceasta sfera s-au format soarele impreuna cu inele…cum soarele incalzea prea mult planetele,acestea au inceput sa se distanteze de aceea forta infricosatoare..pe drum insa,atunci cand au ajuns la distanta potrivita fata de soare,au observat ca soarele este o frumusete rara,iar razele lui sunt benefice….au hotarat fiecare ca trebuie sa se aproprie,dar cu fiecare pas facut,soarele devenea din nou razbunataor,asa ca au decis sa ramana la distanta potrivita,deoarece era cea mai buna solutie.deci,asta este viata-trebuie intotdeauna sa gasim locul potrivit pe acest pamant,unde ne putem bucura in orice moment de frumusetea naturii si misterele universului
I thought this was a little funny for those who need a nice laugh.
http://alsanda.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/looking-at-stars/
My sis…Puppy.She is someone who enlightens ppl’s life n heart…she loves sharing lighter moment wid everybody around her…we’ve a old watchman at home…who hardly smiles n almost fret over for everything.My Sweet sis!!!As she knew he was happy to get a rupee or 2 for his evening tea ‘d give him 2 rupees daily and ask him to smile…:)Even My Brother is sooooooo kind n i can’t stop loving him…He can’t stand ppl suffer…He loooves to give n make the hearts around smile..For instance,today there was a small boy who was trying to quench his thirst in the tap water…my bro called him in …n told me to serve him pure water..Lil’ consideration..Lil’ Care is what makes a big difference in life…Love u to death guys:)
I am from India,a country where good academic performance is considered to be everything and maths is given most importance.i was good at science and others subjects but very weak in maths.ultimately in class 8 i failed in maths by 2 marks.i could not tell this to my parents for 15 days and ultimately when i told them they were shocked and i was shattered and i cursed god.four years down the line i scored 100% marks in class 12 all india board exams(a feet very very few students are able to perform.now i understand if i had not failed in maths i could not have got 100% marks.god makes very good decisions for us so believe in him blindly.
ya ! just hold on and fight !!!!
with love for oneself, people,……, we care about
great sharing abhishek, i too have been through a similar expereince.
love
aditya
I think if someone is really down it will take a few heartfelt tries. Maybe suggest you would like to make or buy lunch for her/him, compliment their chore at home/work, offer to pick something up on the way home, a smile and a thank you!
Neela,
Remind them of something in them that you value. I always tell my grandmother, who is old and feels useless sometimes,”Thanks for your wisdom and perspective on the world…it’ll take me another 50 years to know what you know.” My little sister gets discouraged sometimes and I remind her “You have a good heart…don’t forget to love yourself, too!” I think being reminded of their goodness and being appreciated cheers them up. Hope that helps some :)
~Melyssa
I was excited to read my e-mail today and find a link from the National Council of Teachers of English that opens an opportunity to all writers in the US (and even folks who use words but do not consider themselves writers). Since so many of you have talent and heart with words, I wanted to share this. I’ve copied the highlights of the info and I’m adding a link so you can investigate if this sounds interesting to you…
To draw attention to the remarkable variety of writing we engage in and help make writers from all walks of life aware of their craft, National Council of Teachers of English has established October 20, 2009, as the National Day on Writing.
To celebrate composition in all its forms, we are inviting diverse participants –students, teachers, parents, grandparents, service and industrial workers, managers, business owners, legislators, retirees, and many more — to submit a piece of writing to the National Gallery of Writing
The National Gallery of Writing is a virtual space—a website—where people who perhaps have never thought of themselves as writers—mothers, bus drivers, fathers, veterans, nurses, firefighters, sanitation workers, stockbrokers—select and post one thing they have written that is important to them. The Gallery accommodates any composition format—from word processing to photography, audio recording to text messages—and all types of writing—from letters to lists, memoirs to memos.
The National Gallery of Writing will open for submissions starting this spring, and will be open for viewing/reading from the National Day on Writing (October 20, 2009) through June 1, 2010. The Gallery will provide a lively reading experience and an opportunity for writers to share their craft and find a broad and diverse audience. And, everyone who visits the Gallery of NCTE can find useful tips and guidelines for writers from the National Council of Teachers of English.
http://www.galleryofwriting.org/
Love this! Thanks so much.
I’m presently working on organizing a writing workshop in a local community that is based on similar concepts – not just for those who aspire to be “writers,” but open to anyone. The idea is for the participants to experience writing in different genres and formats, learn to love their own writing more, and just enjoy! They will also be experimenting with mixed media and exploring alternate modes of expression in conjunction with their writing. For example: spoken word, film poems, concrete poetry, story telling, bookmaking, montage, collage, installation work, performance pieces, etc. The basic idea is to explore the limits of where words can take us and, of course, just have fun!!!
If I can get this workshop up and running, perhaps the students can exhibit their works in the gallery. I just love to share with people the LOVE of writing, in any format. Our cultural concept of “writing” is that it is this elite and very difficult undertaking, something which only a select few can do “successfully.” We forget how many ways we employ written words in our daily life and seldom recognize what great writers we all are. Lists, for example. I love to read people’s lists: grocery lists, to do lists, any kind of list. These, in themselves, can be transformed into amazing art objects.
Thanks again!
Savita
Just wanted to share with you all this great website that offers an easy program where you can create your own artwork online and even send it to friends.
Here are a couple of creations my daughter and I made. As you can see, she is the better visual artist. I’m more of a word person myself:
http://artpad.art.com/?kmty2m13b8gg
http://artpad.art.com/?kmtw521cjtww
Anyway, give it a try! It’s great fun!
a hug
I second that..hugs are wonderful..
they say so many things ‘I am here for you, I care about you, I forgive you, I love you’ and much more all without the need for words..
Just open your arms and enfold them with love..it will go a long way towards your goal of cheering them up..
love,
Michael
let them talk , let them be silent, but be there for them. Sometimes we need to be sad and need to cry but not to do it alone.
Acknowledgement works!
world-wide-love*
Yr welcome :)
LOVE this new format of the blog – so clean, so simple, yet so vibrant!!! I can just feel the energy pumping through it.
Agree with U Savita
Change is in the air!
world-wide-love*
Close to the edge i get up…i get down (YES).
first cheer u’r self up and then from that cheerful state, try, proceed with sensitivity and compassion !
OK ?
love
aditya
Hi neela !
18 is how old i feel, and am sure by the time i am done with this life i will feel like a 1 year old ( bewilderded with everything and no opinions on anything ), if u must know i am 38.
love
aditya
intr-o zi Dumnezeu hotaraste sa trimita pe cineva pe pamant,pentru a readuce oamenii pe drumul spre lumina,spre intelepciune…cum pana atunci incercase sa trimita numai intelepti,filozofii care nu au reusit sa duca la bun sfarsit.asa ca El se gandeste la razboinic,deoarece doreste sa-i aduca pe oameni in zona suferintei,a singuratatii si a tristetii.-numai asa ii putea face pe oameni ce este iubirea,lumina si credinta.doreste insa folosirea celei mai periculoase arme.cand soseste razboinicul in fata Domnului,acesta il intreaba ce ar i-ar trebui pentru aceasta misiune.razboinicul dupa ce se gandeste ii raspunde:-Doamne,am nevoie de o arma care poate ucide sau poate lumina sufletul fara sa lase urme,am nevoie de puterea cuvantului..Dumnezeu este de acord si il trimite pe razboinic,iar pentru ca nimeni sa nu descopere puterea acestuia ii da cea mai frumoasa infatisare posibila…pe pamant,razboinicul incearca sa-i loveasca pe oameni cu puterea cuvantului-reuseste pentru o preioada de timp,dar deodata cu ziua in care ceva neprevazut se intampla-razboinicul se intalneste cu o fata de care se indragosteste nebuneste.ii spune numai cuvinte de iubire,de dragoste profunda,incercand sa-i explice drumul sufletului spre forta suprema.cei doi se casatoresc,iar intr-o noapte razboinicul e auzit de sotia lui in timpul unui ritual in care ii blesteama pe cei care nu vad lumina catre Dumnezeu-in acele momente totul se prabuseste peste razboinic,deoarece sotia lui ii spune ca Dumnezeu exista in fiecare inima,in fiecare suflet,si el nu trebuie asadar cautat-toti il iubesc si il admira,dar uneori,din dorinta de a-i arata cat de puternici sunt,il necajesc…niciodata nu trebuie sa blestemi,deoarece aceasta nu este o metoda buna..intre timp stapanul universului,al timpulu si spatiului,era curios de aventura razboinicului pe pamant..asa ca decide sa-l cheme la regatul sau ceresc-razboinicul ii spune ca nu trebuie sa-si faca griji,deoarece in iubire se afla chipul sau,intelepciunea sa….Dumnezeu il felicita pentru cele descoperite si ii multumeste-spunandu-i ca ii va indeplini o dorinta-razboinicul spune imediat-Doamne,eu nu sunt cel mai bun razboinic,deoarece am gasit o arma care m-a invins,si desi aceasta arma m-a ranit,vreau sa mai traiesc din nou momentele acelea in toiul luptei-vreau sa mai iubesc,sa mai traiesc macar o viata pe pamant,in compania sotiei mele.nu ma lasa sa mor ,nu ma lasa sa sufar stiind ca va fi atat de trista fara mine-atunci Domnul s-a ridicat-esti cel mai bun razboinic,deoarece ai descoperit iubirea…du-te pe pamant si fi fericit,te voi astepta sa vii sa ma ajuti dupa aceasta vacanta pe planeta visurilor…http://adikady.forumgratuit.ro/forum.htm
viata mea este un jurnal de calatorie spre cunoastere si fericire,deoarece in paginile acestui jurnal se afla chipul tau fermecat.viata mea este poate o sageata care strabate un spatiu infinit pe teritoriul iubirii.stiu insa ca am nevoie de un arc si de cineva care sa manuiasca foarte bine arcul si sageata.viata mea este sageata,arcul este timpul si spatiul acestei lumi in care ma aflu…iar tu esti singura care poti manui aceste arme nemortale iubirii…iubirea imi da aripi sa patrund prin sufletul tau.el este paradisul vieti mele trecatoare,este dovada clara a existentei iubirii in acest univers.arma nemortala pentru iubire!da,iata ca exisa asemenea arme,chiar daca pamantenii nu cred in existenta lor…timpul si spatiu sunt niste arme.da,iubirea este un examen,este o batalie pe care sufletele noastre le intalnesc pe acest taram al vietii..timpul si spatiu sunt arme menite sa distruga iubirea dintre doua suflete.dar nu reusesc,pentru ca iubirea adevarata,care este eterna,este de partea celor indragostiti.chiar daca intre doua persoane care se iubesc exista o distanta mare,chiar daca totul pare pierdut in diversitatea muntilor,a campiiilor si a podisurilor.spatiul este arma care nu poate rani doua suflete unite printr-un legamant numit iubire.timpul devine trecut pentru cei ce traiesc intotdeauna impreuna…el nu poate ucide,nu poate nici macar rani.stiu,poate ca nimeni nu crede.dar este adevarat..omul a inventat timpul,el a creeat spatiul.dar,pentru cei ce nu cred in iubire,timpul si spatiul sunt ca niste arme.poate ca toti s-au plictisit de prezenta mea atat de inutila,dar nu mai e mult…mai sunt doar cateva zile,apoi va trebui sa plec,sa parasesc pentru totdeauna ochii tai.voi parasi tot ce am avut in lumea acesta.imi voi parasi si trupul,pentru ca nu mai am nevoie de el.intotdeauna acest trup ,in care se afla sufletul meu,a fost mai mereu cu un pas inapoi….trupul meu a fost un obstacol pentru aceasta viata de neuitat.nu pot parasi amintirile placute traite langa tine.nu pot parasi momentele sacre de iubire..nu pot,dar nici nu-mi doresc.imi doresc sa-mi petrec aceste ultime clipe ale calatoriei langa tine…vreau sa-ti mai privesc macar o data ochii..vreau sa-ti mangai sufletul si sa-ti privesc umbra trupului…apoi,cand ultima secunda va muri,eu te voi privi…iti voi atinge zambetul tau de zeita a acestui univers..apoi,voi pleca.stiu,ma tot gandesc la acest moment…sunt cuprins de un foc ucigas al fricii..imi este teama de durerea de a fi atat de liber in taramul necunoasterii,atat de singur…tremur,tremur si numai ma pot opri.nu stiu ce sa fac,nu stiu.as vrea ca aceasta despartire sa fie precum un rasarit,sau poate un apus.imi doresc sa nu plangi,nu vreau sa suferi.vreau sa traiesti in continuare cu zambetul pe buze,pentru ca drumul tau in aceasta lume este un dans ametitor al iubirii…danseaza,pentru ca astfel inima mea,care este pentru totdeauna numai a ta,va zambi.cand tu esti fericita,totul in jurul meu este atat de frumos.nu pot descrie aceasta situatie minunata,pentru ca nu s-au inventat cuvinte pentru asemenea clipe de magie.da,iubireea este o clipa eterna de iubire,simtita si exprimata intr-un spatiu infinit..cand iubirea creeaza doua torte in sufletele unei perechi,armele dispar,prefacandu-se in conditii favorabile vietii
Since the format changes in the blog, I’ve somehow lost my profile pic. Can someone please tell me where to go to upload a new one???
Suphi is on vacation, but you can write to him after July 20. I am sending his email to you.
Savita,
You go to Gravatar;
http://en.gravatar.com
The love that I felt for you never belonged to me. It came into my life on an unwelcomed visit, took home for a while and one day it packed up its belongings and departed without a goodbye not even a note or a sign. I tried in everyway to let the love flow freely, but what I didn’t realize was that I should have just let it be it didn’t require any trying; I should have just experienced every emotion that I was feeling without any judgments. I should have enjoyed the visit got to know the visitor that was staying in my house. Makes me think about when I use to take road trips with my daddy and sister and my sister and I would cry out “are we almost there”! My daddy would reply “just sit back and enjoy the ride”. WOW, I get it now.
Dear Nikamarie,
Wow, what you have written is exactly where I am right now. Thanks for sharing and coming from another person, makes it more real.
Thanks,
Sherry
I am open to comments about envy, as I see it as one of the biggest problems in the world. I never see any discussions about this!
Excerpts from my blog:
/…/ In my culture (Finnish), it takes time to get to know people and build trust. It’s not easy to approach people and so you may not get to know many. It can be very lonely here. The American way is different. Because of many similarities as well as differences we are intrigued by that society. In the American culture, people often come onto you with a lot of zeal and enthusiasm, and it’s easier to make shallow acquaintances. It can be very beneficial to social anxiety (this I have experienced myself), and may seem like a covetable thing. However, the cold showers are more frequent too. I often open up and share elaborate details about myself only to suddenly be treated with callousness and some finishing line such as “it was interesting talking to you”. The fault that I made was to share too much about myself without having a basis of trust. I get carried away by the welcoming gestures and words only to find myself hitting a brick wall as I’m rushing towards the person in question. I don’t want to waste time and develop shallow relationships and so I don’t necessarily wish to change my ways. It’s a fact, however, that I am becoming more and more reluctant to go through this sort of process. I’m becoming more suspicious and guarded. One reason is the realization that envy is behind the failure of so many connections (in my own country as well as others). So… what can I or anyone else do about it?
Some of the signs of envy in another person is that they try to sabotage your life or your self-esteem, or that they withdraw with a silent and arrogant, snotty and reticent allure. They may either attack you with sudden and very irrational outbursts, or play hard to get. They quickly end the relationship no matter how promising it seemed, or wish to continue being your friend while making sure it’s on their terms. You will find that they are always the ones in control, or trying to be. They may even go as far as to create their own version of your name with an evident disregard of your wishes! Of course, this could be a sign of other issues as well, but envy is certainly a very common and potent ailment. You do need to be discerning and in touch with your gut feeling when you assess these things. When my mother said that it is something that affects 90% of all people I was shocked. I realized that she may be right. “It leaves you with only 10% to relate to”, she concluded. /…/
It’s obvious that people inflicted with envy are hurting quite a bit. Fundamental issues of self-esteem make them compare themselves to others in a way that can either bring about feelings of superiority or inferiority in them. It’s a competitive stance. In some cultures such as my own, people are aware of envy and talk quite openly about it. It’s not uncommon to hear people joke about “the Finnish national illness, envy” in the media. In other cultures it’s not “comme il faut” to admit to feeling envy. It seems that this denied feeling might cause more havoc than it would if bringing it into the open was more acceptable. I don’t see any end to the harm that it can cause. As long as people are envious of someone else there will be conflicts and wars. In fact, as I am thinking of it more deeply, it actually threatens to throw me into the throws of depression. It’s obvious that my dream about connecting with more people is impossible. It’s also the root cause to my frustration with other people. I can’t change who I am and make myself less prone to other people’s envy. So… as I see it, the only other option is to accept this predicament.
When you walk a spiritual path you have to learn to accept yourself 100%. The other thing is to accept the flaws in others. This really is the very basis of spirituality and the key to liberation from the fetters of the mind. The extent to which we sense a lack of connection with others as well as acknowledge the obstacles says a lot about the degree of oneness that we are missing. The point is to stop yearning for all that from other people. Sometimes when we realize that we can never have what we truly wish, our focus changes. There might be a space there to accept the way things are and the way others behave, and move into tolerance. Yes, complete tolerance. People may always resent others for their accomplishments, and so there is nothing else one can do but to take back the power they have over one’s sense of self in relation to others and hope that they will self-correct when the time is right. You may not be doing anything wrong other than giving your relationships too much power over your life, so you need to be discerning about this. Somehow these people need to see that they are truly as valuable as everyone else, and there is not much anyone else can do to help them with that.
Hey Vivi
I really enjoyed reading your piece.
I think that when your goal is complete ability to sustain yourself and never succombe to envy/jealousy (or any other natural part of the human approach) then you are looking to be an island – and maybe that is worse?
Envy cant hurt you especially if you can see it as well as you do – people do like to control each other with different human techniques but these are only useful if you consent to them.
Kahlil Gibran wrote a passage on freedom in his book ‘The prophet’ that I would reccommend as a read (you can find it online).
Regards
John
I agree with you, it is true that power struggle in relationships. This desire to control another through manipulation strategies. We call envy, but the truth is that all this exists, but the other person feels the same. Everyone at some point feel envious for some passengers is, controllable, however, for others it’s something we do not accept and try to sabotage your life. One way or another you used and kept with you for interest, it is very sad to say, but true.
Hi Sheela
I have bever read that book but will not look out for it now and have on several occasions acted in a similar fashion.
I wonder how much of that behaviour is linked to ‘ego’? the root of any jealousy or envy (which I agree is very different) is always related to how I feel about myself. When I am working hard, and achieveing results, staying fit, feel that I look good and have friends to be with I generally feel strong but when the polar opposite happens then jealousy and envy fnd their way into my thoughts (or rather I resort ot that way of thinking)
I think the ego would have to be conquered (understood) first in order to beat feelings of jealousy?
Not sure that despicable or cowardly acts exist, there is perhaps only the acts that result from peoples feelings and as soon as those improve so does everything else? most modern Gods invite us to beat our ego in order to become god-like i think?
Regards
John
I would just like to share a poem with you :) I wrote it a couple of years ago when I met, who I feel is, my twin flame! It just came to me and was the first poem I ever sat down to write since school days!
It portrays how I feel and us :)
xxx
The Intertwined Minds
Think as one,
They seek and find,
The greater sum.
Of all parts known,
And all that’s created,
A psychic connection,
A love that is sated.
The distance,
The space,
The time,
and a place
Where both came together,
In one long embrace.
The Intertwined Minds,
Joined old moons ago,
And from that time forward,
Have always been so.
The softest of touches,
The lightest of breaths,
The barest of whipers,
The gentlest caress.
The intertwined minds,
Need not to feel these,
No physical senses,
The minds need to please.
The minds they do know,
They already see,
They already sense,
What is meant to be.
The intertwined minds,
Need not to speak out,
Just transfer a thought,
That removes any doubt.
The joining of minds,
And linking of souls,
The sensing of thought,
A connection that grows.
The intertwined minds,
Are thinking as one,
Seeking and finding,
The greater sum.
Happiness – is not a state of mind – it is a state of being.
It is not something to be found – but to be discovered as our natural essence.
All seeking for that state takes us away from what we are.
Happiness is not a reward for good deeds or a good life or meaningful
accomplishments. It is not an achievement or a goal to be reached.
It is where we are reaching from.
We need not search for what is missing – for nothing is – it is all here already
- just waiting for us to turn around and recognise its presence – everywhere.
With love, Marie x
Yes Marie !
happiness ! and its pursuit !! the ilusive goal mankind has been hankering after since mankind has been.
remember socrates ( or was it someone else, whoever. ) “call no man happy till he is dead”
jokes apart, happiness is not in pursuit of desires, happiness lives in living a sincere, honest life, earning one’s bread by means which one need not be ahsamed of, happiness lies in living in the present, i feel.
When one is consious of his present then only does not use one’s time fruitfully. and being able to use one’s time fruitfully is also a vehicle towards happiness.
love
aditya
I share this story I wrote. Elisabeta is my baptize name…
On the island of love by Elisabeta
Angela was taking the oars of the boat, and started to approach the little piece of land, a so called island, that was in the very center of the lake. The dark waters were lightened by a sweet light, the moon has just appeared . Seemed to increase, and the atmosphere was filled with an aethereal magic. The old legends came into the young lady mind, some said that the island was the realm of an serpent, a prince who was lost by the lack of faith of his lover. All had to be only nice stories, for the people who had no other entertainment, but some story tellers.
She saw a figure waiting for her on the shore, the nice man she knew from a couple of days. He had green sparkling eyes, very dark hair, athletic body. What unseen threads were driving her towards him? Why she had the feeling that all was a „ deja-vu” ? The young man was smiling, encouraging her to come near to him.
- I was waiting for you…said he.
He was waiting, but she never promised to go to the dangerous island. People in the village avoided the place. But his eyes, with a powerful gaze, made her walking and moving as in a dream, and she chosed to believe in that dream. He took her in his arms, and they fall asleep togheter.
The company was searching Angela, shouting her name. They saw the boat on the other side, near the island. The two lover were naked and slept sound. After all, was only about love… Nothing bad happened. A wedding will take place soon.
The story is inspired by the short story of Mircea Eliade „ The Serpent”
Why am I not surprised to read this article? That is the sad thing – that no negative press regarding my own country surprises me any more, nor do I question its validity.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2005/jan/15/iraq.arts1
Thanks for sharing Savita. Very, very sad news..shocking…horrific.
How can they be so ignorant? Why don’t the Egyptians protect the treasures better?
Once, I visited British Museum in London, I remember being so upset about the Egyptian section here. All the oriental culture ROBBED, and transported to another continent where it doesn’t belong.
I shall never understand these examples of destruction of the heart and the soul of the Universe.
Missing You
by caffrey
MY BODY ACHES WHEN YOUR NOT HERE
MY EYES CLOSE TO HOLD BACK A TEAR
MY HANDS ARE EMPTY THEY NEED YOUR EMBRACE
TO FEEL YOUR WARMTH NEXT TO MY FACE
I’M LOST WITHOUT YOU, CAN’T YOU SEE
JUST WHAT YOUR LOVE IS DOING TO ME
MY SOUL IS LONELY IT MISSES YOU SO MUCH
LONGING FOR YOU AND YOUR NOT THERE TO TOUCH
THESE FEELINGS I HAVE ARE SO DEEP AND STRONG
TOGETHER WITH YOU IS WERE I BELONG
MY HEART IS FULL OF THIS LOVE FOR YOU
YOUR HEART RESPONDS WITH A LOVE SO TRUE
“A warrior of light never forget the gratitude.
During the fight, was helped by angels, the celestial forces placed each thing in its place, and allowed that he could give the best.
So when the sun goes down, they kneel down and thank the Mantle Protector around.
The companions comment as he is lucky. But he believes that luck is to look at the sides and see where are your friends because it was through they said that the angels are able to hear. ” The Zahir, Paulo Coelho
And with that certainty is an angel sent to Earth for Paulo Coelho teach these valuable lessons!
Thank you Master, for you there!
My love, my respect and my gratitude.
Cassia
Thanks Cassia for sharing this.
Paulo & all
Out of curiosity
I want to ask if anyone
have heard of this modern mystic;
Vasant Swaha. He is living in Norway,
having retreats in Brazil as well
http://www.vasantswaha.net
Even though he is living only
an hours ride from my place,
I`ve just recently heard of him.
Concerning my personal faith
I have questions to be asked
w*w*l
Hi B*Sofie,
I tries going to that site but it is classified as cult/ocult and censored from my gateway. anyway.
while pursing spirituality one may well remember that
1. one should not give monetary donations, specially when one is asked to do so either directly or indirectly. One may pay for services offred like stay in aplace which needs funds for running it, but that should be resonalble and told in advance. No money should be given ( except a token minimul amount ) for things like giving any personalised stuff like ‘diksha’ ( initiation ).
2. Never do anything which goes against your ‘heart and soul’.
i don’t know about vasant and don’t imply anything, but this path is slippery and it pays to be cautious.
love
aditya
I say: go where your heart tells you to go. I once picked up a book at the library, while working on a research paper, and then found that the book was very profound. I loved it! Then one day, I just happened to turn the book over and noticed an address printed on the back cover. The Swami who had written the book, had an Ashram that was not more than a mile from my house. I was surprised by this, because, like you, I had never heard of this man or his ashram. So, I went there. And I ended up spending the next six years there. His teachings shaped me profoundly. All in all, it was an invaluable experience.
It is true that you may go there and find nothing that interests you; but then again, you never know where hidden treasures may lie. Sometimes they are buried right in your own back yard. Just trust in what your own intuition tells you – follow the signs and you’ll end up precisely where you need to be.
I’d like to share information about what is called Spiritual abuse.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spiritual_abuse
This is just wiki’s short intro. You can find tons and tons of more information searching this topic on the internet.
Thanks for sharing this, Heart, because now I have a term by which to call it. It is sad, but I have witnessed this firsthand. I’m not going to go into any great detail, so as not to reveal the identities of the parties involved. I will only say that the abuse I witnessed was justified by the premise that: in order to attain “enlightenment,” one’s ego must be crushed and one must learn to maintain emotional equilibrium and remain unaffected even when faced with severe verbal or even physical abuse. In keeping with this premise, in this particular setting, people were treated in the most hostile and openly abusive manner, and NO ONE spoke up or did anything to stop it. Some of the people who were in this setting and who had been there for years were obviously mentally disturbed. They looked and acted much like robots, speaking only when spoken too, taking no action except on command, displaying no will of their own, always walking with head bowed and eyes averted…. One individual that I know of suffered several nervous breakdowns under this abuse and had to be hospitalized repeatedly. Each time that this occurred, mention of the individual’s name was prohibited. He just “disappeared,” but no one was allowed to ask where he was or to try to find him to offer support. The whole affair was treated as though it were some “shortcoming” on his part for not being able to withstand this abuse.
All in all, it was a very tragic scene, in my view. Still, this goes on and there are many who would claim that it is I who am am misguided or mistaken and that my ego is simply too strong – that I will never attain enlightenment because I won’t allow myself or especially my daughter to be subjected to such abuse.
This sort of thing is something that people need to be aware of, so that they can recognize it for what it is, if ever they should encounter it themselves.
Thanks again, Heart!
Hi Heart !
Good sharing ! spirituality is like walking on razor’s edge, pitfalls are many. everyone who is sincere should look at both sides before deciding anything about folloowing this or that.
i went to that link – they have forgotten to mention financial misuse, many people are breainwashed into giving everything they have to the guru or some foundation which reveolves around him/ her; financial abuse should also be taken into account, beware of.
Savita, we don’t need any enlightnement if it si at the cost of loosing our self respect. Yes ego and adherence to standpoints ( they are all borrowed ), conditioning etc would have to go, we will have to ackowledge that we really don’t know anything, but that does not mean we will do any nonsense prescribed by anyone.
paulo mentions about rituals where poepl dance fully naked etc, but no one forces anyone. if one is being forced against one’s will agisnt one’s self respect, then beware.
and u ri right don’t ask your daughter to get exposed to these things, if your daughter asks Ok, otherwise let her discover her life as she pleases. sorry if it sounds too ‘advisy’ to you.
love
aditya
The soul is a mysterious flower. What happens to that flower in the hour when we first meet our Soul Mate:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmDIpQwkuKY
With Love,
Savita
This was so cool!
Nodding my head..bum,bum,bum..
my smile got bigger & bigger :))
Thank U Savita
thinking, selecting, finally dreaming
awakening and tasting the dream in the heart
stepping forward and hiding
hurting and being hurt
when will fear lose its strength
when will the burden of this global lie fade
stop
pause and control the time
and realize
how full my heart is
After I had finished writing my notes on love and hate, I left them on the dinner table and went to bed. And that night I had another dream about Socrates. He came and said to me, “You are wasting time sleeping. Remember that you only started to discover your feelings. You have a world ahead of you.”
“Oh, you are here again! I thought you were gone for good,” I said.
“What gave you that impression?”
“Well, you vanished from the Agora, without a word.”
“Ah, you still don’t understand. Humans must have everything explained to them,” he said shaking his big head.
“What is it that I don’t understand? I asked.
“Pretty much everything. After you started to use my cloak you have changed a little bit. You can summon me. I will come whenever you call me, but please don’t overdo it. Remember I also have other obligations to attend to.”
“I didn’t call you this time.”
“Yes you did. Just before you went to sleep you thought about what I would think about love and hate.”
“Yes, I did. I was wondering about that,” I said.
“Well, just think this way, everything that you know, you learned. Love as well as hatred is part of your learning experience. Everything that you learn stays with you. You cannot unlearn what you have learned. Also, your reactions will depend on the culture in which you were brought up. Take for instance the way you see things. When you look at something, you start from left to right. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes, that is true. I have noticed that when I sculpt. I always start from left to right. And if I try to sculpt from right to left, my eyes become tired. I thought it happened because I am right handed?”
“Indeed your eyes must hurt. Do you know why?”
“No, I have not given it any thought yet.”
“Well, think again. Western people read and write from left to right. When they shake hands, they look at the right side of the other person. In fact they look from left to right. Now, if you observe how the Japanese and the Chinese write, you will notice that they write from top to bottom. You will also observe that they don’t shake hands. They bow down their heads from top to bottom. With one look they read the other person from head to toe. Why do you suppose they do that? They are in fact reading the other person. So my child, when you look at something, you are in fact reading it.
Why do you think people react this way? They do because they learned how to read. People cannot unlearn what they have learned. They cannot go backwards. They can only go forward,” he said.
“Yes, I understand. However, I still don’t comprehend about love and hate,” I said.
“Well, what I am trying to make you understand is that love is a learned experience like everything else in the world.”
“But I thought that love is a feeling. A happy feeling.”
“Ah, the talk of happiness again,” Socrates said.
“Yes happiness! Is it possible for a person to be happy all the time? Is it possible for anyone to feel one hundred percent happy?” I asked.
“What do you think child?”
“I don’t know. I am asking you.”
“Happiness is that spurt of joy that lifts up your energy. It resembles a tiny grain of sand in the beach. When you walk by the ocean, you might see a sparkle of light in the sand. It radiates from a tiny grain of sand among trillions like itself. And from all the hundreds of beach walkers, you will be the only person who sees it. That beam of light will shine only for a split second. And you are the only person who sees it at that moment.
Happiness works in a similar way. You get what you see or feel at that moment. What will be the chances that the same grain of sand will shine again when you pass by it? What will be the chances that you of all the hundreds of people will see its glow?”
Poof, he vanished before I had a chance to ask him another question. I woke up with the feeling he had really been there in my room. In my dream Socrates said that if I called him, he would come to me. I felt like trying. But then I decided not to overdo as he said in my dream.
On the following day, I started to write about happiness. I wanted to find out everything about happiness, before I had another dream of Socrates. I wanted to have an answer for him. I started by writing questions and answers.
“What is happiness?”
“Is happiness a state of mind?”
“Can anyone feel happy all the time?”
Thank u very much Eluisa for sharing such beautiful pace. I love it!
“You get what u see or feel at that moment” that is so true, living in the moment is what give us joy, content and at the end “happiness”.
Love
Gabi
this is great stuff!..love it!!
Eluisa,
your story is really interesting. Thank You for sharing!
About happiness… To me happiness is a moment of so called soul satisfaction. You can reach and feel it in very different ways and time. Like just when you hear a song you like or when you lay in the grass and just do nothing, or when you sit in cafe with your friends, or when you dance Salsa….or ….
The list is neverending.
But the thing is, that happiness isn’t locked in the things or in the people. It is hidden somewhere inside of us. It is born inside of us, it’s like an injection of a cheering-up medicine, but which your own body products.
Something like that…I hope you understood my point :)
Savita,
I just want to let you know I really enjoy what you wrote on Santiago about ‘tags’. You are so lucky to have studied literature, and we.. that you so generously share it with us. There is no ‘reply’ to click on your posting, so I’m improvising by commenting here :) Thanks again,
Heart
Thank you, Heart, and for all your wisdom too!
You Make My Life
by bonnee(salma
You rain life
you shine love
you lift me high
as the sky above.
I float in your arms
we brush lips
your kisses burn
my heart skips.
Your eyes hold me
in a lovers’ gaze
my heart you’ve captured
I’m in a daze.
To slumber in your love
so tender and true
makes life so wonderful
shiny and new.
You are the angel
that holds my heart
I pray nightly
that we never part.
So please always love me
inside and out
be true and honest
leave no room for doubt.
For you are the one
I’ll love my life long
your smile’s my music
your love my song.
So think of me
with each breath
for I’ll always love you
from this day till death
Beautiful poem Alexandra thanks for sharing it!
love
lily
a fost odata ca niciodata ca de n-ar fi fost nu mi-as fi dorit sa traiesc.a fost o intamplare,care daca nu s-ar fi intamplat nu mi-as fi dorit sa mai zambesc niciodata…este vorba de aceea minune care s-a intamplat,caci daca nu s-ar fi intamplat inima mea ar fi inghetat,iar trupul meu ar fi suferit multe modificari..daca nu te-as fi intalnit,cu siguranta as fi ajuns intr-un loc nedorit de nimeni…a fost o
data foarte diferita de zilele prin care calatoream in aceasta lume.aceasta data,care mi-a schimbat complet viata,este de neuitat…au fost momente cand visul meu se apropria spre sfarsit,dar tocmai in acele momente zambetul tau atat de ametitor,a aparut.si in clipa cand sufletele noastre s-au intalnit,minunea s-a produs…da,atunci am reusit sa aprind focul din inima mea…atunci viata mea a devenit mult mai frumoasa,pentru ca ochii tai mi-au vindecat ranile si mi-a binecuvantat drumul in viata…a fost odata ca niciodata,ca de n-ar fi fost nu mi-as fi dorit sa zbor,nu mi-as fi dorit sa traiesc..dar iata ca a fost,si tocmai de aceea sunt foarte mandru cand scriu aceste cuvinte…caci atunci cand imi amintesc intamplarile din trecut imi dau seama ca fiecare victorie sau infrangere au fost o lectie de viata,care m-a ajutat foarte mult…imi doresc ca acest vis care tocmai mi-a dat aripi sa ma duca prin locuri necunoscute,deoarece doresc sa am parte de multe descoperiri in aceasta viata.imi doresc ca acest foc care mi-a invadat sufletul sa nu se stinga niciodata…
lacrimi patate cu sangele amintirilor..of,cum de nu am reusit sa observ sageata care mi-a strapuns inima.,.credeam ca eram pregatit,dar iata ca am fost din nou infrant…acum,cand ma aflu aproape de capatul unei gropi spre nicaieri,trebuie sa ma ridic..am nevoie de o pereche de aripi,brodata cu stralucirea ochilor tai…am nevoie de o raza de lumina,pentru a putea vedea drumul spre fericire…am nevoie de tine…stiu ca am gresit,stiu ca am fost orbit de dragoste,stiu ca m-am ratacit in misterul sentimentelor tale…cred in aceasta dragoste,cred in acest animal salbatic care transforma natura oamenilor…iubesc comportamentul tau,iubesc comportamentul dragostei…m-am inecat in valurile puternice ale sufletului tau…am inceput calatoria spre inima ta….calatoresc in labirintul vietii,unde singura cale spre fericire,spre implinirea visurilor este drumul spre tine…drumul spre iubire….spre supunere…..si fericire…… http://adikady2009.blogspot.com toti suntem dependenti de ceva.unii sunt dependenti de cafea,bauturi,muzica,jocuri filme.eu sunt dependent de lumina ochilor tai,de frumusetea zambetului tau..de aceea,te rog,grabestete si vino spre mine… http://adikady.forumgratuit.ro/forum.htm
Amazing. Thanks
Ha ha, I try to be fine, indeed if we have health we must consider ourself always rich. I dont know how I had courage to make the video … Thank you dear. Have a nice week end!
Love
Alexandra
your anam cara – your soul friend…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFx-WnvU9_w
There is a beautiful book written by John O’Donohue
“Anam Cara — A Book of Celtic Wisdom”
With loving kindness,
Satora
Thanks. I will try to have and read it.
I would like to share with you this wonderful project called “Eden foundation” situated in the north of Niger on the boarder to Sahara.
It started in 1985 and in 1987 a Swedish family with three small children moved to Tanout and opened a field station to make experiments with trees and bushes that grows natural in this area.
The philosophy is that there are about 250 000 spieces of plants in the world but only 20 of them are today our main sources of food. The idea is that there are many more plants that we actually can eat.
This knowledge have been lost in modern society and during the colonisation of Africa but these dedicated persons started their research to find out which plants that naturally are good survivors in the very dry areas next to Sahara and can give food to the people all year around. Until today they have discovered more than 75 spieces and they are donating seeds for free to the farmers around.
The mother of the family died in cancer last year but the father and the children continue together with volunteers the important work in Tanout. http://www.edenfoundation.org/index.html
A new generation is now growing up, a generation who don’t know about famine. Children help their parents to pick the fruits and sell them at the markets and they can buy clothes and other small things they need. The fathers don’t have to leave their families anymore to seek work far away after the small harvest of millet but they can stay together and work at home.
Their work is not only helping the poor to a new life, it is also a very important work to stop the desert from spreading and revegetate the soil. By planting the seeds directly in the ground and not giving it any artificial water but letting it survive on the little rain that falls and growing strong roots deep to the groundwaterlevel these plants have a higher procentage of survival than plantation-projects which are artificially watered.
At last I would like to give a little link to one of the latest blog-posts that Esther Garvi has written: “The legacy we leave behind”
http://esthergarvi.com/2009/06/30/recommending-a-post/
about hat we leave after us to the generations coming.
If you know about similar projects in Africa,
please let me know.
A good idea, a perfec idea.
Thank you for sharing
thank-you for that link, I’ve been talking with a physicist who’s started a group looking into sustainable global developement. It’s a very exciting subject to ponder, to utilize brilliant minds for, how are we going to all live together?
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