1. I Wrote This For You

    If you are lucky, one day you’ll get the chance to have your life defined by how much you loved and were loved by someone else.

    I Wrote This For You

     

  2. LOVE’S EXCHANGE

     
  3. Love
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    Clown Mask

    Federico García Lorca

     

  4. There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer, no disease that enough love will not heal, no door that enough love will not bridge, no wall that enough love will not throw down, no sin that enough love will not redeem… It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all. If only you could love enough, you could be the happiest and most powerful being in the world.

    - Emmet Fox

     
  5. Couple Amoureux, Rue Croulebarbe, Quartier Italie, c. 1931
    Brassaï

     

  6. We are not the same persons this year as last;
    nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we,
    changing, continue to love a changed person….

    - W. Somerset Maugham

     

  7. In the slaughterhouse of love they kill only
    the best, none of the weak or deformed.
    Don’t run away from this dying.
    Whoever’s not killed for love is dead meat.

    - Rumi

     

  8. "Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty."
    — Courtney A. Walsh  (via floodthestreetswithlovee)

    (Source: erosboros, via daywhite)

     

  9. Romantic Love - one possible explanation

    A perfect creator builds in a mechanism that motivates us to learn about our relationship with the creator. We find our selves filled with desire to know perfect order, perfect love, perfect pleasure, perfect beauty, and we constantly strive to learn more, experience more, and become one with this perfection.
    […] we find ourselves on a constant search for the most beautiful, the most sensual, the most inspiring, the most enlightening, or the most creative human we can find. Notice that when we are in full rapture with such a human we often call them an “angel”, or a god or goddess, or place them on a pedestal and sometimes declare that we “cannot go on living without them”; because if they leave us it is as if our very reason for life goes with them. I do not believe this feeling is unwarranted, only misunderstood.

    In reality no human can ever be there or produce for us all the time every time, yet this is what we want, ask for, and even give in promise to each other. No human can love us perfectly, yet the craving for this remains. No human can provide us with perfect happiness or pleasure, yet this too we seek. I suspect that when we live without a healthy sense of spiritual awareness or direction, we use each other to fulfill these desires which were meant to lead us to greater understanding of ourselves and our spiritual nature.

    - Duane Voth

     

  10. Just For a Day

    Just for a day
    She won’t think
    of you
    And the fish will forget
    Their way about water
    The sun will be suspended
    Burning helpless in the orbit
    The umbilical chord will coil
    and strangle
    Time’s own neck

    Just for a day
    She, oblivious
    will place her lamp
    between the sun and the moon
    And the seven sages in the sky
    Will get worried
    Letters will fly away
    Falling off the scripts
    Creatures will forget their faces
    And no mirrors will be there

    Just for a day
    You will go
    Into an ethereal mist
    For a moment
    And darkness will befall
    The whole of universe
    Lava will gather
    In the guts of earth
    For miles
    snails will burn
    inside their shells

    In just a day’s
    oblivion
    her body will turn blue
    from its own bite


    - Gagan Gill

     

  11. Unless we are very, very careful, we doom each other by holding onto images of one another based on preconceptions that are in turn based on indifference to what is other than ourselves. This indifference can be, in its extreme, a form of murder and seems to me a rather common phenomenon. We claim autonomy for ourselves and forget that in so doing we can fall into the tyranny of defining other people as we would like them to be. By focusing on what we choose to acknowledge in them, we impose an insidious control on them. I notice that I have to pay careful attention in order to listen to others with an openness that allows them to be as they are, or as they think themselves to be. The shutters of my mind habitually flip open and click shut, and these little snaps form into patterns I arrange for myself. The opposite of this inattention is love, is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.

    - Anne Truitt

     

  12. In Zen literature the word intimacy is often used as a synonym for enlightenment. In the classical Zen enlightenment stories, a monk or a nun is reduced simultaneously to tears and laughter as he or she suddenly recognizes that nothing in this world is separate, that each and every thing, including one’s own self, is nothing but the whole, and that the whole is nothing but the self. What are such stories telling us if not that love is much wider and deeper than an emotion? Love is the fruition of, the true shape of, one’s self and all that is.

    - Norman Fischer, Taking Our Places: The Buddhist Path to Truly Growing Up

     

  13. In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you love? How deeply did you learn to let go?

    - Siddhartha Gautama

     

  14. Meister Eckhart’s Sermons

    Hereto I adjoin a parable. There were a certain man and wife; the woman by accident lost an eye, and was sorely troubled thereat. Her husband then said to her, “Wife, why are you troubled? “She answered, “It is not the loss of my eye that troubles me, but the thought that you may love me less on account of that loss.” He said, “I love you all the same.” Not long after he put one of his own eyes out, and came to his wife and said, “Wife, that you may believe I love you, I have made myself like you: I, too, now, have only one eye.” So men could hardly believe that God loved them till God put one of His eyes out, that is took upon Himself human nature, and was made man.

    - Meister Eckhart’s Sermons, THE ANGEL’S GREETING

     

  15. And when two people have loved each other
    see how it is like a
    scar between their bodies,
    stronger, darker, and proud;
    how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
    that nothing can tear or mend.

    - For What Binds Us by Jane Hirshfield