Life is so
rich and has many treasures.
We go to
it with empty hearts;
We do not
know how to fill our hearts with the abundance of life.
We are
poor inwardly and when the riches are offered to us, we refuse.
Love is a
dangerous thing;
It brings
the only revolution that gives complete happiness.
So few of
us are capable of love, so few want love.
We love on
our own terms,
Making of
love a marketable thing.
We have
the market mentality
And love
is not marketable, a give-and-take affair.
It is a
state of being in which all our problems are resolved.
To love is
to be aware of eternity.
The world
is a good place.
We do
everything to get away from it
Through
worship, prayer, our loves and fears.
We don’t
know whether we are rich or poor,
We have
never gone deep down into ourselves
And
discovered “What is”.
We exist
on the surface, satisfied with so little things
And made
happy and unhappy by such small things.
Our petty
minds have petty problems and petty answers,
And so we
spend our days.
We don’t
love and when we do it is always
With fear
and frustration, with sorrow and longing.
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