“Whoever is loved is beautiful, but this doesn’t mean that whoever is beautiful is loved.”There are girls more beautiful than Laila,” they used to tell Majnun. “Let us bring some to you.””I do not love Laila for her form,” Majnun would reply. “Laila is like a cup in my hand. I drink wine from that cup. I am in love with that wine. You only have eyes for the goblet and do not know the wine. A golden goblet studded with precious stones, but containing only vinegar, what use is that to me? An old broken gourd with wine is better in my eyes than a hundred goblets of gold.”A person must be moved with passion and yearning for them to tell the wine from the cup.” Rumi
“It’s okay to have a different nose. It’s okay to have wheels. It’s okay to be a different color. It’s okay to wear glasses. It’s okay to come from a different place. It’s okay to dance by yourself. It’s okay to come in last. It’s okay to talk about your feelings. It’s okay to have an invisible friend. It’s okay to have no hair. It’s okay to be adopted. It’s okay to have different moms or dads. to say no to bad things. It’s okay to be embarassed. It’s okay to have different kinds of friends. It’s okay to be different. You are special and important just beacuse of being who you are.” Todd Parr
Intimacy is freedom. Yet, who knows how many times we were afraid of getting intimate – physically, mentally or emotionally. When we had the option of stepping forward, we had either stayed where we are or we had taken a step back. Going beneath the thoughts floating in our minds, how many times we were able to tell what really made us think? Instead of mentioning that our heart beats, how many times we were able to give voice to where our heart takes its rhythm from? Instead of expressing our emotions as a reaction, how many times we were able to confess why we felt that way?
We dont do these, because we are afraid of getting intimate, thats why, many times, we miss that intimacy is freedom.
Intimacy is freedom.
The trees are not green for particular persons, it is not that when you come they become green.
“The intelligence of the head is not intelligence at all; it is knowledgeability. The intelligence of the heart is the intelligence, the only intelligence there is.
“Intelligence dies in imitating others. If you want to remain intelligent you will have to drop imitating. Intelligence commits suicide in copying, in becoming a carbon copy. The moment you start thinking how to be like that person you are falling from your intelligence, you are becoming stupid. The moment you compare yourself with somebody else you are losing your natural potential. Now you will never be happy, and you will never be clean, clear, transparent. You will lose your clarity, you will lose your vision. You will have borrowed eyes; but how can you see through somebody else’s eyes? You need your own eyes, you need your own legs to walk, your own heart to beat.”
Osho
“Start by loving yourself and let the love spread. But if you miss the first point, if the stone has not been thrown then you can go on waiting and watching but the ripples will never arise…. It cannot start anywhere else; it can only start in your heart. Love is a ripple in the heart, a vibration in the heart, a throbbing, a sharing of whatsoever you are, a deep, intense urge to go and reach the other, to share your being and your delight and your song. But when your heart is almost dead, frozen, and you have been taught to condemn yourself then you cannot accept yourself. How can you accept anybody else? A deep acceptance is needed. Whatsoever and whosoever you are, a deep acceptance is needed and that is the only way you can be.”
Osho
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“Just think of a rose flower in the morning that starts thinking about being secure; then what will happen? If the rose flower really becomes secure it will become a plastic flower; otherwise insecurity is there. A strong wind may come and the petals will be gone. A child will come running and will pick the flower. A goat will come rushing and eat it. Or nothing may happen—no child comes and no goat and no wind, but by the evening it will be gone. Even if nothing out of the ordinary happens, then too it will be gone.
But that is the beauty of the rose flower, that’s why it is so beautiful—because it lives surrounded by death, it challenges death, it challenges the winds. Such a small, tiny flower, and such a great challenge, and it rises above all difficulties and dangers. Even if it is only for a few minutes or a few hours—that doesn’t matter, time is immaterial—it has its own day. It has lived, it has talked with the winds and talked with the sun and the moon and looked at the clouds. And there was joy, there was great passion! Then it dies; it doesn’t cling. A clinging rose flower will be ugly. Today is more than enough. If we can love, if we can live, this day is more than enough.”
Osho