For my beautiful stranger... you are a miracle! My miracle :)

"The more I get to know him, the more I can feel my heart opening without my control. I always wanted a man to look at me as if I were a miracle, but I didn't realize I would one day see a man just as grande."
~ Nikki Rowe

Soul Energy Exchange

'Our sexual energy, our Life Force, is innocent. It is our expression of the pure and exhilarating desire to be ALIVE – everything contains this powerful impulse. At its deepest expression it is

the desire to give Love. It takes an incredible amount of energy to keep it locked down, but we do – out of shame, judgment, emotional and sexual wounding and deliberate manipulation by cultural conditioning.

When we explore deeply into our bodies, and release the emotional, energetic and physical contractions that block the free flowing of our Life Force, something incredible happens – our aliveness awakens. We feel ourselves again fully, maybe for the first time in this lifetime. We realize we are magical, powerful creatures beyond measure, interconnected with all of Life. Anything is possible.

We are not only the agents of magic; we are the magic. We are not only the vessel of God; we are part of God. We are a beautiful alive cell in the great Cosmic body. We were not created as slaves, not to our jobs, to the system, to money, to our parents, to bad relationships, to health problems. We were created to be loved, to love, to thrive, to create, to enjoy, to inspire, to be inspired, to revel in Creation.

Transforming your pain...

"Every obstacle we overcome is a deeper initiation into our Divine potential, every time we get over our fears, we release the resistances to our own inner Bliss, every time we cry endless tears, we water the seeds of thousands of Dreams.
Every time we break down, we find access to our deeper treasures, every time we lose our way, we have an opportunity to become Master navigators through the wilderness of life; every time we move through adversity with a little bit of humor and faith in ourselves, we open a portal into our miracle vibration, every time we are ready to give up, we find a strength that helps us to reach the peak of the highest mountain.
Pain is our way of sounding the alarm so that we can begin to rise up and expand into our Multi dimensional nature and our authentic self with both feet on the ground.
This is the Hero's journey, the Adventure of Life into reclaiming our Birthright and the act of ultimate Freedom."

Native Poem SPIRITUAL WARRIOR

*Life offers us the opportunity to become a Spiritual Warrior. A warrior is one who bravely goes into those dark areas within themselves to ferret out the Truth of their being. It takes great courage, stamina and endurance to become a Spiritual Warrior.*The path is narrow, the terrain rough and rocky. You will walk alone: through the dark caves, up those steep climbs and through the dense thick forest. You will meet your dark side. The faces of fear, deceit, and sadness all await your arrival.
*No one can take this journey but you. There comes a time, in each of our lives, when we are given the choice to follow this path. Should we decide to embark on this journey, we can never turn back.... Our lives are changed forever On this journey, there are many different places we can choose to slip into and hide. But the path goes on. The Spiritual Warrior stays the course, wounded at times, exhausted and out of energy. Many times, the Warrior will struggle back to their feet to take only a few steps before falling again.
*Rested, they forge on, continuing the treacherous path. The journey continues. The Spiritual Warrior stays the course. Weakened, but never broken. One day, the battle, loneliness and desperate fights are over. The sun breaks through the clouds; the birds begin to sing their sweet melodies. There is a change in the energy. A deep change within the self.
* The warrior has fought the courageous fight. The battle of the dark night of the soul is won. New energy now fills the Warrior. A new path is now laid before them. A gentler path filled with the inner-knowing of one who has personal empowerment.
* With their personal battle won, they are filled with joy. A new awareness that they are one with the Spirit beams as they go forth to show others the way. They are not permitted to walk the path for others. They can only love, guide and be a living example of the Truth of their being.

My beautiful stranger... being in love is the most blissful feeling ever!

Hello... my beautiful stranger with the golden heart!

So here I am, writing to you, safe in the anonymity of the internet. I cannot express directly to you, not because I am scared, but because I love you and don't wish to disturb you at any cost.

Yet this love that is in me because of you just bubbles over that I feel compelled to express it somewhere... as when we articulate clearly what we feel, it gets absorbed in the Universe and touches people somehow somewhere... it is my wish that :

when the first rays of the morning sun caress your face, you feel my love...

when you are moved by kindness, you feel my love...

when you hum along with a song you like, you feel my love...

when you feel the breeze kiss you gently on your cheek, you know it was me😊

I hold you within my heart with the most gentle, loving, tender feelings, wishing you to be always happy, healthy and full of joy... and when you share that love with the world, I just want to be somewhere near , watching you shine. Oh! My heart would be so full, just writing it down gives me unimaginable happiness!

Truly, love is the greatest blessing God bestows on us... our inner world rejoices and I am so so grateful to Him for granting me this boon which carries me, sustains me through all the pain, struggles and negativity of this world.

Stay safe, be happy, keep shining and be love always!

I love you!

Har Har Mahadev.... while He is not of any one form...me being a being limited to the world of form... I adore Him as the benevolent Loving father of all Creation. Om Namah Shivay

A beautiful song I chanced upon... fell in love with the music, googled for the lyrics and found them as beautiful!

Maruvarthai Pesathe Song Lyrics English Meaning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpIlP6pI8fo

Lyrics in Thanglish Exact translation of tamil words Maruvarthai Pesathe madi meedhu nee thoongidu imai pola naan kaakka kanavaai nee maridu mayil thogai pole viral unnai varudum manappaadamaai uyrairaadal nigazhum vizhi neerum veenaaga imaithaanda koodaathena thuliyaaga thaan saerththen kadalaaga kannaanadhe marandhaalum naan unnai ninaikkadha naalillaiye pirindhaalum en anbu orupodhum poiyillaiye pririyaamal unai thodarnthe naan varuven nizhalendru nee azhaithaalum sariye Sarithaan Vidiyaatha kaalaigal mudiyaadha maalaigalil vadiyaatha vervai thuligal piriyadha porvai nodigal manikaatum kadigaaram tharumvaadhai arindhom udaimaatrum idaivelai athan pinbe unarndhom maravaathe manam madinthaalum varum mudhal nee mudivum nee alar nee agilam nee tholaithooram sendraalum thodu vaanam endraalum, nee vizhiyoram thaane maraindhaai uyirodu munbe kalandhaai idhal enum malar kondu kadithangal varaindhaai padhil naanum tharumunbe kanavaagi kalaindhaai pidivadham pidi sinam theerummadi izhanthom ezhilkolam inimel mazhaikaalam Maruvarthai Pesathe madi meedhu nee thoongidu imai pola naan kaakka kanavaai nee maridu mayil thogai pole viral unnai varudum manappaadamaai uraiyaadal nigazhum vizhi neerum veenaaga imaithaanda koodaathena thuliyaaga naan saerththen kadalaaga kannaanathey marandhaalum naan unnai ninaikkadha naalillaiye pirindhaalum en anbu orupodhum poiyillaiye Maruvarthai Pesathe madi meedhu nee thoongidu

English Meaning I tried my best :) Don’t speak another word just sleep on my lap I’ll protect you in my eyebrow just change into a dream. Like peacock’s feather Fingers will caress you. our conversion will happen from the heart. To stop eye’s tear from overflowing the eyebrow, I collected as droplets, My eyes has become a sea. Even if I forget you, never stopped thinking you. Even if we split, My love is not a lie. I will follow you forever, Its fine if you think me as your shadow, It’s true Extending nights Extending dusk Humidness of sweat drops Unforgettable bedtimes Time showing clock We know it’s disturbance Gap between changing clothes We understood it later. Unforgettable mind It’ll appear even after death You’re the begining You’re the end You’re the joy You’re the universe Even if it's long distance Even that be the sky You faded in brink of my eye But mixed in my soul long back With flower like lips You drew a letter. Before I could reply You disappeared like a dream Be stubborn Your anger will reduce We lost our beautiful appearance From now on, its monsoon. Don’t speak another word just sleep on my lap I’ll protect you in my eyebrow just change into a dream. Like peacock’s feather Fingers will caress you. our conversion will happen from the heart. To stop eye’s tear from overflowing the eyebrow, I collected as droplets, My eyes has become a sea. Even if I forget you, never stopped thinking you. Even if we split, My love is not a lie. Don’t speak another word just sleep on my lap

A RECOGNITION
I don't know you, and you don't know me; we discover each other in the Unknown. It is possible that we met five billion years ago at the formation of a star and have been drawn back to each other by some kind of divine loneliness, God's mad yearning for himself.
Loneliness is not a negative thing, it is the gravity of love, a brilliantly intelligent nostalgia which pulls lovers back to each other, keeps them on the path and prevents them from settling for less than the kind of love that endures five billion years of burning.
Forgetting, remembering, forgetting, like breathing, like the tides going in and out. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but we recognise each other, here in the Vastness.

The mind of a woman and the mind of a man are two distinct minds at their very core. And only with both can there be a world.

It began when G‑d decided to create a world. In doing so, He took two perspectives. He saw the world from beyond, as its Creator. And He saw the world from within, as the energy of life.
From that first perspective originates the mind of man; from the second, the mind of woman.
That is why the man has the power to conquer and subdue, but he does not have the woman’s sense of the other.
That is why the woman feels the other. She does not conquer, she nurtures. But her light is tightly constrained.
As they bond together, the man unleashes the woman’s light, and the woman teaches the man to feel the other. In that union shines the very essence of all that is holy and divine.

Dear woman... don't dim your shine!

Dear woman, sometimes you'll be too much woman. Too smart. Too beautiful. Too strong. Too much of something. That can make weak men feel like even less of a man. Which in turn can start making you feel like less of a woman. The biggest mistake you could make, though, is to remove jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry. When this happens, I need you to understand, you do not need a smaller crown. You need a man with bigger hands.

For my beautiful stranger! Happy Valentines Day!

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Some nights I dream that you disguise yourself as the moonlight…
You quietly come in through my window...
You lie down next to me and softly kiss my neck,
and it feels so real...
If only it were.

My beautiful stranger... I deserve you!

I see you from the corner of my eye,  catch a fleeting glimpse of your jacket or your hands and I rejoice because I know you, I see you, I recognise you. 

You are the one and it is just so simple and ordinary and quiet and incredible. You are home, you are love. Each time I look at you, I come alive. 

My heart sings loudly, so loudly I am afraid you might hear it. Infact, I am afraid to sit next to people because they might hear my heart calling out your name!! 

Then all my efforts will be in vain, efforts to be calm and composed and unself-conscious. I do some deep breathing to stay grounded, but damn! you are my ground as well! 

We deserve each other.
We deserve each other. 

These words echo in my heart and mind each time I see you.

For my beautiful stranger... I am just happy you exist!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7Ld9npf95Q

That Love~
To swoon over the Moon,
To find countenance in the Sun,
To bathe in a mountain's early morning dew,
To be comforted by her warmth on a cold, winter's day,
Is to know that love.
To fall into a warm, natural spring,
To speak without ever saying a word,
To know, absent even the slightest thought,
To find desire in the eternal teasing of her soul,
Is to find that love.
To see beauty even in the roughest, uncut stone,
To stand tall even in the weakness of your knees,
To walk straight even when the mind fails in vertigo,
To find life when standing at death's door,
Is to discover that love.
To grasp a beauty that is silence in the chaos,
To find a smile through the veiled tears of suffering,
To know peace in the violent rages of a war,
To touch the face of heaven and God herself,
Is to finally meet that love.
It is that love for which our purpose lies,
It is that love for which our moments meet,
It is that love for which our dreams were broken,
It is that love for which our hearts do beat.
It is that love for which we seek.~

Love Oh Love...

"There is a desire within each of us,
in the deep center of ourselves
that we call our heart.
We are born with it,
it is never completely satisfied,
and it never dies.
We are often unaware of it,
but it is always awake.
It is the Human desire for Love.
Every person in this Earth yearns to love,
to be loved, to know love.
Our true identity, our reason for being,
is to be found in this desire.
Love is the 'WHY' of life,
why we are functioning at all.
I am convinced
it is the fundamental energy
of the Human Spirit,
the fuel on which we run,
the wellspring of our vitality.
And Grace,
which is the flowing
creative activity of Love itself,
is what makes all goodness possible.
LOVE should come first,
it should be the beginning of,
and the reason for everything."

Information Please...

When I was quite young, my family had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished oak case fastened to the wall on the lower stair landing. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I even remembered the number: 105.
I was too little to reach the telephone, but I used to listen with fascination when my mother talked into it. Once she lifted me up to speak to my father, who was away on business. Magic! Then I discovered that somewhere inside that wonderful device lived an amazing person — her name was “Information Please,“ and there was nothing that she did not know. My mother could ask her for anybody’s number and when our clock ran down, Information Please immediately supplied the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-receiver came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn’t seem to be much use crying because there was no one home to offer sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver and held it to my ear. ”Information Please,“ I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two, and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. “Information.” ”I hurt my fingerrr-“ I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. ”Isn’t your mother home?“ came the question. “Nobody’s at home but me,” I blubbered. “Are you bleeding?“ ”No,” I replied. “I hit it with the hammer, and it hurts.” ”Can you open your icebox?“ she asked. I said I could. ”Then chip off a little piece of ice, and hold it on your finger. That will stop the hurt. Be careful when you use the ice pick,“ she admonished. “And don’t cry. You’ll be all right.”
After that, I called Information Please for everything. I asked for help with my Geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was, and the Orinoco — the romantic river I was going to explore when I grew up. She helped me with my Arithmetic, and she told me that a pet chipmunk — I had caught him in the park just that day before — would eat fruits and nuts. And there was the time that Petey, our pet canary, died. I called Information Please and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-up say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. Why was it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to whole families, only to end as a heap of feathers feet up, on the bottom of a cage? She must have sensed my deep concern, for she quietly said, ”Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.“ Somehow, I felt better.
Another day I was at the telephone. ”Information," said the now familiar voice. “How do you spell fix?” “F-I-X.“ At that instant, my sister, who took unholy joy in scaring me, jumped off the stairs at me with a banshee shriek: ”Yaaaaaaaaaa!” I fell off the stool, pulling the receiver out of the box by its roots. We were both terrified — Information Please was no longer there, and I was not at all sure that I hadn’t hurt her when I pulled the receiver out. Minutes later, there was a man on the porch. “I’m a telephone repairman. I was working down the street, and the operator said there might be some trouble at this number.” He reached for the receiver in my hand. “What happened?“ I told him. ”Well, we can fix that in a minute or two.“ He opened the telephone box, exposing a maze of wires and coils, and fiddled for a while with the end of the receiver cord, tightened things with a small screwdriver. He jiggled the hook up and down a few times, then spoke into the phone. “Hi, this is Pete. Everything’s under control at 105. The kid’s sister scared him, and he pulled the cord out of the box.” He hung up, smiled, gave me a pat on the head, and walked out the door.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. Then, when I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston — and I missed my mentor acutely. Information Please belonged in that old wooden box back at home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, skinny, new phone that sat on the small table in the hall. Yet, as I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me; often in moments of doubt and perplexity, I would recall the serene sense of security I had when I knew that I could call Information Please and get the right answer. I appreciated now how very patient, understanding, and kind she was to have wasted her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way back to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour between plan connections, and I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister who lived there now, happily mellowed by marriage and motherhood. Then, really without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, ”Information Please.“ Miraculously, I heard again the small, clear voice that I know so well: ”Information.” I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you tell me, please, how to spell the word ’fix’?” There was a long pause. Then came the softly spoken answer. “I guess,“ said Information Please, ”that your finger must have healed by now.” I laughed. “So it’s really still you. I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during all that time....” “I wonder,“ she replied, ”if you know how much you meant to me? I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls. Silly, wasn’t it?“ It didn’t seem silly, but I didn’t say so. Instead, I told her how often I had thought of her over the years, and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister when the semester was over. “Please do. Just ask for Sally.” ”Goodbye, Sally.“ It sounded strange for Information Please to have a name. ”If I run into any chipmunks, I’ll tell them to eat fruits and nuts.“ “Do that,” she said. “And I expect one of these days you’ll be off for the Orinoco. Well, good-bye.“
Just three months later, I was back again at the Seattle airport. A different voice answered, ”Information,” and I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” ”Yes,“ I said. ”An old friend.“ “Then I’m sorry to have to tell you. Sally had only been working part-time in the last few years because she was ill. She died five weeks ago.” But before I could hang up, she said, ”Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Villard?“ ”Yes." “Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down.” “What was it?“ I asked, almost knowing in advance what it would be. ”Here it is, I’ll read it — Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.’”
I thanked her and hung up. I did know what Sally meant.

Author Paul Villard

Sometimes, when it gets to be just a little too much,
my mind goes to places where I imagine you are.
I imagine that we casually meet,
and suddenly, there is no distance or time...
It's just you and it's just me.
It feels so real,
I often wonder if in the same moment,
you suddenly spontaneously think of me.
If somehow,
you know that I am thinking of us together,
and it causes you to feel me.
They say love has no limitations.
I believe imaginations don't either.
Because when you are in my heart,
and my mind,
time or distance has no control.
We're together in a space where I create love.
That place where love creates us.

What is True Love? I’m no seer, no enlightened soul. All I know is that, to me, these things define true love. Here’s to hoping we all allow ourselves the chance to experience it.~

True Love Is Magical, Not Magic
Sure, true love comes with moments you feel you can defy gravity. You and that special person can simply be near each other and everything is perfect. Holding hands in a storm. Smiling each time they cross your mind. Looking forward to the next time you are in each other’s arms. True love is magical, but it’s not magic. Life continually moves on. Just as bad times guarantee good will follow, good times can also be followed by bad. True love does not keep this from happening. It’s not a magic spell that ensures happiness ever after. If held onto though, it will weather all storms with you. When bad times come, true love hasn’t let you down or lost it’s magic. It’s still there, riding the rollercoaster with you.

 True Love Is Faith
To be open to true love is to truly be vulnerable. It is allowing yourself that quiet ease that comes with knowing your partner honors and cares for you. It is realizing everything you do has someone’s heart attached. We can worry about the next person that comes along. We can be on guard looking for the one that comes to steal that person away. For men, this is almost ingrained into our psyche. We must defend our love and always be on guard. For those who have been hurt, it comes even harder. Step back and see this; you never lost someone because you weren’t running off everyone else, although you could definitely lose someone by refusing to have faith in them. To grow from love to true love, let go and know that if it is true love, every day they choose you.

True Love Is Reciprocal
True love comes in pairs. The same love and affection shown to you should be what you give back. It is definitely possible to love someone more than they love you. Undoubtedly, someone has loved you more than you love them. True love is both given and received. It is a mutual admiration and bind that both of you have agreed to let flourish. It may not happen overnight. It may not develop in both parties at the same time, but when true love is present, it is gloriously mutual.
  
True Love Is Accepting
True love accepts flaws and weaknesses. You know everything about that person and welcome it all. They have seen all your pieces and want to be a part of your life. Friends, family, those that mean the most to each of you are all welcome in this equation. Everyone they hold close has been a part of making them the person you adore. Sure you can love someone without loving those important to them, but true love accepts. True love welcomes any healthy relationship that has made you who you are today. Your children could just as well be theirs. Their friends matter just as much as yours.

                                  AND...

True Love Is A Choice
Love and passion. Both can come out of nowhere. You can find yourself wrapped up in someone that seems like they where made specifically for you. What comes next, is a choice. Both people choose to devote themselves to the other. Both people choose to be there through good and bad. The fact is, there are many people you could fall in love with. The plain truth is, people can choose to go their separate ways and still lead a fulfilling and happy life. True love is not being incapable of going on without someone, it’s choosing to go on with them, regardless. We go through lives living, experiencing and building. True love is looking back, holding your lovers hand and appreciating you chose to do all that together.

Remind me ~Jeremy Goldberg (I love this!)

Remind me to always lie with you, but never to you, and that hurt only hurts while it lasts. Remind me to hold hands but never hold back.
Remind me of love, remind me of heart, and remind me that life will not tear me apart today, but if it tries and when it does, remind me that I’m good enough to be enough for you.
Remind me that the only way to make it last is to put us first, and remind me that the past is a prelude and pain is a choice, that I’ll get knocked down but I can get up quick, and yes, I’ll get destroyed but I can rebuild again.
When you see me flailing in rough seas, coughing up lungfuls of dark waves, and I’m thinking I’m sinking because my arms are numb and I can’t feel my legs, remind me with a hushed assurance and a knowing grin, “You’ll drown slower if your chin’s up, friend.”
Remind me to have faith.
Remind me why I love you.
Remind me that the stargaze stares we share and the galaxies we wish to explore are inside, not above, that the paths we long to travel are internal, not foreign, and remind me when my dreams seem lost like faraway lands in disrepair, that you’ll hold my hand and always care.
Remind me that it’s me you think about when you wish for happily ever after.
Remind me that not all aches are bad, that black nights still shine light and even in rainstorms or when hail comes and the sky is filled with emptiness we run from, the sun is always out somewhere.
Remind me that I am filled with light.
Remind me why your eyes do such funny things to mine and how, sometimes, time stops in the shadow of your smile.
Remind me that storm clouds are just water up high in the sky, that water is needed, that water gives life, and though it may arrive in drops of sweat or tears of strife, remind me that I can heal.

Remind me to keep you close but to never go too far, and remind me that even if we feel like a lifetime stopped and stuck in its tracks like a frozen statue of our distant past, even if it feels like pointless paralysis or a beginner’s magic trick, even when we resemble an empty well all out of wishes, remind me it will be okay and already is.

Remind me that you are strong, and remind me so am I.
Remind me that you aren’t scared when, can’t run from, won’t hide, and don’t mind my pain when it’s all I know and feel and fear.
Remind me that we’ll never know how it ends until it does, and even then, it doesn’t because what we have and who we are isn’t something we can just pack up and leave behind, like some kind of shooting star in some cold and fleeting night.
Remind me how I love getting lost in you.
Remind me that you are an adventure worth taking and never forgetting.
Remind me it starts now, today, for always in all ways, and remind me to remind you of this, all of it, always in all ways.

A FORMLESS LOVE, FORMING

Love is greater than us. We do not generate it with words and deeds, or even intentions, but we are continually embraced by it, held in its vastness, no matter what we do, or do not.
We are married, we divorce; we are friends, we are lovers; we break up, we break together; we are born, we die; the field endures.
Nobody has ever given us love; that is the great illusion. We have simply remembered the field in each other's presence, sometimes, recognised eternity in the midst of the everyday, then credited another. Love never came from outside of us; we simply touched our own presence, fell into the love that we are, and cannot not be.
And nobody ever took love away from us; we simply forgot the field, and 'blamed' the other, and looked for love again, feeling its absence, lost in a narrative of 'lost love'. Yet love was there, even in its apparent absence; it was present, even in the loss. It cannot be broken; a wave cannot crush the Ocean.
Do not seek love, do not look for the light, but be it, offer it; the joy of loving another is infinitely greater than the joy of fearfully clinging to another's love, for deep down you know it is only an illusion that what you have always longed for could ever have come from outside of you. You are the One; you have always been the One.
The search ends exactly where it began - in presence.