It’s all about love Love is not grown in gardens; love is not sold in market. He, who wants it, king or a commoner, gives his head and takes it. There is only one way to obtain love. The one, who wants love, gives his head.The head will have to be sacrificed as a cost for love. Our head which houses, our ego, our pretence and our false show will have to be exchanged for love. Ego. that is contained in the head must disappear.The Hindi word for love is, Prem, and is made up of two and a half letters. To read these two words in a book is meaning less. Only when a person falls in love with some one do the two and a half letters of Prem become complete. One letter is for the lover, the second is for the beloved and the half is for something unknown that exists between the two.No matter how hard you try, love never becomes complete. You are never content. It is also an indication that it is everlasting. Remember, whatsoever attains completion, dies. To remain incomplete is love’s nature. So a lover is never satisfied and there fore his joy is endless.-compiled.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
its all about love
It’s all about love Love is not grown in gardens; love is not sold in market. He, who wants it, king or a commoner, gives his head and takes it. There is only one way to obtain love. The one, who wants love, gives his head.The head will have to be sacrificed as a cost for love. Our head which houses, our ego, our pretence and our false show will have to be exchanged for love. Ego. that is contained in the head must disappear.The Hindi word for love is, Prem, and is made up of two and a half letters. To read these two words in a book is meaning less. Only when a person falls in love with some one do the two and a half letters of Prem become complete. One letter is for the lover, the second is for the beloved and the half is for something unknown that exists between the two.No matter how hard you try, love never becomes complete. You are never content. It is also an indication that it is everlasting. Remember, whatsoever attains completion, dies. To remain incomplete is love’s nature. So a lover is never satisfied and there fore his joy is endless.-compiled.
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