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The Returning Visitor

Sometimes an odd realization befalls you. You are suddenly aware that you keep meeting the same person again and again but in various forms and shapes. This same person enters your life in more or less the same way, the story develops more or less the same as well and it always ends, no matter what you do or how much you think you have improved on your approach from the previous times, the story still ends the same way and with the same painful fall you have experienced already many times before. In spirituality it is said that this returning visitor whether it is a man, a woman or a situation keeps coming again and again to your life to awaken you, that the main reason for this repeated same story again and again is to teach you a lesson and it will continue to happen until you learn your lesson, until you change and only then the returning visitor will change too. This simple and intuitive spiritual principle downed on me after a painful breakup. I found a poem I wrote years bef

Lessons From Within

Peace comes from within, it is your personal peace, your inner peace, your very own brand of peace and it is impossible to gain it from without. This connection with your deepest meaning, with who you truly are with full acceptance is your own brand of peace. Do not expect it to come to you from the world around you, from someone else, from your grue if you have one or from any possessions, toys or circumstances. Your journey is your journey, no one will understand it and no one will cheer you up nor you need that. Those who may get it are probably those who were on the same path before you. Do not expect that your way is known, it is a very personal journey, all life journeys are deeply personal, you are very much on your own regardless if you know it or not. Find the path that makes you happy, the life that resonates with your deepest needs. It is hard for some of us because we built structures that include others and their expectations. The influence of this image that we want

From my book "When Love Speaks: An Unusual Conversation of Love" on the meaning of love.

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What are you, what is love?  I am the light of the divine within you. I am the reason you exist and the reason you experience this glorious gift which is called life. I am one fabric, yet I can be created into many shapes and have so many expressions but I am one and the same. I am joy and I am the light and I am life. I am a force that has no like or similarity. I am the sea that gives and gives and cannot be held by a dam. Accept me and accept who I am so you can have me as a true joyful existence in your life. What makes love happen? How can you come into our existence? I am the life in this world and therefore I exist already in your life. It is you who sometimes miss my presence. Your awareness sometimes fails to see me within you and in your own life. When you are aware of my existence I flow from within you like a light shining and the light is seen by the whole universe, acknowledged and the universe rejoice with you. Why does it seem like we can love some and no

The child within us and love

·          There are children within us. The child has not grown up yet. The child still cries for attention within our hearts.   The child is demanding, asking, conjuring and begging for love. The child, like any child, tries to get that love with tantrums, sometimes creating huge noise, sometimes   even breaking things, including hurting us and breaking our hearts.        The child wants us to see him or her, to see that child curled in, that child full of fear and hurt of rejection, the child that is behind the older face of a man or a woman, the child that pretends it needs no one and does not want or seek love, that hurting child that hopes and hopes to be understood and loved without playing games, without asking for so many things and without applying complex selfish rules and limitations. The problem is that child is also dealing with the child within you, the child within the lover, the other child that is also screaming and demanding, the other child that is fearful

The glass of love

Love, true love is a state when your glass is full yet pouring that love in it does not overflow your glass, it is a state of completeness that is always seeking more of what it is complete with. A state of perfection, of no lack, yet it can always have more of what it is perfect with, and it is a state of constant giving of an ocean that increases when it gives of itself, it is never less. Have you ever seen an ocean that becomes less if we take of it, no matter how much we take? That is love.

Poverty of the rich

We all come from poverty when it comes to love. We all want something, need something, we do not come from richness, abundance, content, we come from “I want, I need, I expect”. It is so sad and so not right when we are all in truth very rich with love. We turn our back to the largest and most abundant source of love within us, we are blind to this rich, giving, none holding and loving source th at is always available, always open, always there, always generous with love and we act surprised, shocked and disappointed when all other so called “sources” of love turn us down sooner or later, when their “ability” to love and nourish dries up, we seem at odd with reality thinking that what is momentary is permanent and therefore the suffering we go inevitably through is none expected. What is more is that when we face the inevitable and that “love” turns to be not up to our lofty dreams and expectations we start to become upset, angry and we resolute to complaining or

The death of I

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