Life's Jigsaw - Love

Life is like a jigsaw puzzle. Each little piece is an aspect of our journey through it. And when at last we find that last piece and fit it into place, we eventually see the meaning of this life.

UBC Day 14
The L Piece - Love

If life is governed by the laws of karma then love is surely the way to good karma. Because when we operate from love we operate with the good of all in our hearts and minds. 

I always thought of love as a feeling, an emotion until a message was given to me a few months ago (read my Treasure post).

"Love is not something one gives or an emotion one feels, it is a state of being"

I interpret this to mean that

In a spiritual sense love is connecting with another human being at the level of our soul with understanding that all are spiritual beings.  

In a romantic sense that we connect with another with respect, tolerance, kindness and understanding

And that we do this not on an as needed basis, but on a constant basis. That is, this becomes a way of life for us.

I don't know about you'll but when I connect from my soul I feel as if love transcends lifetimes, that it is something beyond this world and eternal.

About 17 years ago I came across this poem by Rabindranath Tagore "Unending Love" that started me thinking about love beyond the confines of our world, a connection that crosses physical boundaries across the cosmos. And it became one of my favourite poems.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Sending you all virtual love and hugs. May you find that unending love.


Written for: A to Z Challenge and The Ultimate Blogging Challenge


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UBC 5 - GBE2 - The Seven Deadlies

The Seven Deadlies - This week's prompt at GBE2


and Post 5 of the Ultimate Blogging Challenge

I've been wondering how to tackle this prompt and I almost flagged this as nothing came to mind.

And then I thought of all the things I love and one of them are quotes. So quotes it is ...


Pride

            Pride juggle with her toppling towers
            They strike the sun and cease
            But the firm feet of humility
            They grip the ground like trees
                             
                            ~ G K Chesteron, The Ballad of the White Horse
               

Envy

            Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own          
                         
                                                                                                ~ Harold Coffin


Wrath
           
            The sharpest sword is a word spoken in wrath

                              ~ Gautama Buddha, the Gospel of Buddha


Gluttony

            Gluttony is the lust of the mind

                              ~ Thomas Hobbes




Sloth


           Diligence overcomes difficulties, sloth makes them


                                                      ~ Benjamin Franklin
             



Greed

          Love gives beauty to everything it touches. Not greed and utility; they produce offices,
          but not dwelling houses. To be able to love material things, to clothe them with tender grace,
          and yet not be attached to them, this is a great service.
                                                                                                        ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Lust

          He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed

          breakfast with it in his heart

                                                                                                                  ~ CS Lewis

    

Enjoy your day - some days we can take this philosophically, some days we can take them in jest. It really all depends on your point of view.

Warm Regards

UBC 1 - A Precious Possession

  

As if I have nothing better to do, I joined up on the Ultimate Blog Challenge

But as I have been neglecting my blog a little, I thought a challenge might just get the inspiration going again.

So here is post 1 - A Precious Possession (Sandra's Writing Workshop Hop #3)

One of my late father's interests was collecting quotes, poems and famous prose. I love collecting these too.

Over the years he collected a myriad of these all meticulously noted by hand in simple A4 size ruled notebooks. Each quote was neatly scribed, a line left between each one and the author of the quote added as a suffix to each. Where no author could be found an "Unknown" was added instead.

His writing was neat and even, actually very pleasant to look at and easy to read. He always wrote with a blue ball-point pen. His writing was neither heavy nor very light, the pressure he exerted on the page with pen just seemed right.

We often sat together and looked through his notebooks some we could recite without looking. Some were profound and some were funny. My dad had a great sense of humour and we had a few hearty chuckles together.

Our favourite poem and one we often recited together was written by one of India's greatest poets Rabindranath Tagore on the eve of India's Independence (15 August 1947)

          Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
          Where knowledge is free
          Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
          By narrow domestic walls
          Where words come out from the depths of truth
          Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
          Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
          Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
          Where the mind is led forward by Thee
          Into ever widening thought and action
          Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

I remember the day he wrote this in his book as I recited the poem to him. We were sitting together at the dining table enjoying a mid morning cup of tea together. He had a smile on his face as he recalled personal snippets of the Quit India movement, the excitement on the day of freedom and he marvelled at the poet's ability to write such a deep and meaningful poem. My dad was a sportsman and creative writing was not one of his strengths.

When he passed away on the 29th of March 2010, each family member took an item belonging to him as a cherished reminder of a wonderful husband, father and grandfather.

I took his notebooks. These are my prized and precious possessions, a reminder of all those beautiful moments when I watched him write and when we sat together and shared a quote or two.


Warm Regards

Question of the day - What is love?

I love this question even though it is probably one of the hardest ones to answer.




And the best way I can answer this is through some poems that I love as they say it best

And I think this one defines it perfectly for me (see link below to the blog post)

      Love is when you truly delight in someone exactly as they are, and for no other reason.

Please share your thoughts. Thanks.


Link to post When it comes to love ...