| Name |
Views and Comments | Date |
| Baby Jane |
that was simply amazing and it made me cry! Thank you.. i enjoyed reading that. Love is like a war my friend, easy to start, hard to end, impossible to forget.
hope we all find the perfect lover in our lives. Hope we all face our fears for the ones we love most. Hope for nothing but love.
Nothing but.. love. :) |
1/23/2008 |
| alan |
That was really pretty. I like how it flowed and had a childlike quality to it.
I am hopeful that I can have this love in my life again. I am currently battling the sadness of a break and the uncertainty as to whether my object of affection will ever come back to me.
It's so hard and such a different pain which I've never experienced before.
Here's to HOPING that love is true. |
3/15/2006 |
| Rajiv K |
Jay
True love can never be expressed in word, for love is not something that can be expressed, its something you have to live to believe and experience, for what you can say is never true love.
Bodhidharma a great budddhist monk who went from INdia to china to preach buddhism was on his way back after a long stay. He asked his disciples to explain religion, A comparison with true love can be made by reading the lines below.
After nine years, when Bodhidharma was returning to India, he gathered four of his chief disciples and he asked them, "Condense religion into a single statement so that I can know whether you have understood me or not."
The first one said, "Compassion is religion. That is Buddha's basic message: compassion."
Bodhidharma said, "You have my bones, but nothing else."
The second disciple said, "Meditation. To be silent, to be so utterly silent that not a single thought moves inside you: that is the essence of religion."
Bodhidharma said, "You have my flesh, but nothing more; because in what you are saying, you are only repeating my words. In your eyes I don't see the silence; on your face I don't see the depth that silence brings."
The third one said, "It cannot be said. It is inexpressible."
Bodhidharma said, "You have my marrow. But if it cannot be said, why have you used even these words? You have already said it. Even in saying'It cannot be said, it cannot be expressed,' you are saying something about it; hence I say you have only the marrow."
He turned towards the fourth. There were tears in the disciple's eyes and he fell at Bodhidharma's feet. Bodhidharma shook him and asked him again and again, "What is religion?" But only tears of joy & love... his hands holding his feet in gratitude. The disciple never spoke a single word, not even that it cannot be said, it is inexpressible.
Bodhidharma hugged him and said, "You have me. Now I can go in peace because I am leaving something of me behind."
So is love, what can be expressed is never true love |
10/20/2005 |
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