Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.

THE BUTTERFLY STRUGGLES TO COME OUT OF THE COCOON...NEVER CUT OPEN THE COCOON IN THE NAME OF COMPASSION FOR THAT STRUGGLE ONLY MAKES IT TO FLY....

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IF U DO IT U MAY HAVE TO CARRY THE GUILT THRU OUT YOUR LIFE THAT U WERE THE CAUSE FOR THE BUTTERFLY NOT BEING ABLE TO FLY....

IN FACT NOT HELPING THE BUTTERFLY AS IT CUMS OUT OF THE COCOON IS BY ITSELF AN ACT OF COMPASSION....

Regards

Neeraja

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

 

You know you've found love when you look in their eyes and find yourself.

 

Romance is the fuel that keeps love burning hot.

 

I've made the most important discovery of my life.

It's only in the mysterious equation of love that any logical reasons can be found.

 

hen I listen to love, I am listening to my true nature. When I express love, I am expressing my true nature.

All of us love. All of us do it more and more perfectly. The past has brought us both ashes and diamonds.

In the present we find the flowers of what we've planted and the seeds of what we are becoming.

plant the seeds of love in my heart. I plant the seeds of love in the hearts of others.

 

I light a candle every night

Sending wishes to my angels above

Keep him safe this man I love

Watch over him and show your light

Let him know

As I close my eyes to sleep

I am in his arms as I dream

 

Love feels no burden,

thinks nothing of trouble,

attempts what is above its strength,

pleads no excuse of impossibility...

It is therefore able to undertake all things,

and it completes many things,

and warrants them to take effect,

where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbereth not.

Though weary, it is not tired;

though pressed, it is not straitened;

though alarmed, it is not confounded...

 

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden,

a dim twilight, and a fountain signing to it...

you and you alone make me feel that I am alive...

Other men, it is said, have seen angels,

but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

 

The mountains are capped with snow of white

The fires are lit, the cabins are bright

Two lovers sit, not alone tonight

Their hearts are warm on this cold winter night

FACT FINDING IS OKAY BUT FAULT FINDING IS TREACHEROUS....

posted for Neeraja

When you offer every act of yours to God, your work becomes worship. - Baba

posted for Neeraja