LOVE

"Love lives in the moment. Most people are either living in yesterday or busily working for tomorrow. They look back to "the good old days" with fondness and try to find in the present the security of the past. They soon discover that they are standing still and don't realize that in our fast-moving world, to stand still is to move backward, and to move backward, is to die. The past is dead, it is unreal. It has value only as it effects the moment.

Other people live for tomorrow. They amass fortunes and store them away. They deny themselves daily to buy large insurance policies. They direct their entire process of life to some nebulous future or to death itself. They are so concerned with tomorrow that they have lost the purpose of life. They forget that there are no permanent goals. When they have a goal and reach it, they only find another to take its place. The Tomorrow they plan for never comes. Tomorrow they plan for never comes. Tomorrow only comes with death. Life is not the goal, it is the process. It is the "getting there, not the arrival." Thoreau said, "Oh god, to have reached the point of death only to find that you have never lived at all." So it is for him who lives only in  unreality that the past is dead or the future never comes.

There is only the moment. The now. Only what you are experiencing at the second is real. This does not mean, live for the moment. It means you live the moment. A very different thing. There's value in the past. After all, it brought you to where you are. There's value in the future, but it lies in the dream, for who can predict tomorrow? Only the moment has true value, for it's here. Love knows this - it doesn't look back - it experiences the past and takes the best from it. It doesn't look forward,. It knows that tomorrow's dream remains waiting and may never come. Love is now! It is only in the "now" that love is reality. Love has meaning only as it is experienced in the now. If one is looking at a flower, he is one with the flower, if one is reading, he is totally absorbed; of one is listening to music he goes with the sound; if one is talking or listening to another, he is the other."

                                                                                Leo Buscaglia  LOVE -  What life is all about...




"Put away the book, the description, the tradition, the authority, and take the journey of self-discovery. Love, and don't be caught in opinions and ideas about what love is or should be. When you love, everything will come right. Love has its own action. Love, and you will know the blessings of it. Keep away from the authority who tells you what love is and what it is not. No authority knows; and he who knows cannot tell. Love, and there is understanding.”

                                                                                                Jiddu Krishnamurti What is Love



I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is,
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own
funeral drest in his shroud,
And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the
learning of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it
may become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe,
And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed
before a million universes.

And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God,
For I who am curious about each am not curious about God,
(No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and
about death.)

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.

Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd
by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever.

                                                                                        Walt Whitman   Song of Myself