Guest guest Posted August 4, 2006 Report Share Posted August 4, 2006 Dear all : I am writing a book whose temporary title is : How Beautiful Life is! The purpose of my book is to explore some of my life’s experiences, whether fun or difficult, and show some of the gold I received from them. The premise I live with is that there’s gold ready to be harvested in all of life’s experiences especially the difficult ones. Because of the many questions about love from this group, I thought I would share this excerpt with you. Amour Tu sais... Non N'attends pas l'amour... Ne sois pas impatient... Il viendra de lui-même ne t'en fais pas... - Oui mais j'attends, j'attends sans aucun changement... - Il ne faut pas attendre... Il vaut mieux ne pas y penser et créer l'amour autour de soi sans penser a soi sans penser pour soi simplement pour l'amour de l'amour... Sème sans rien attendre... Sème pour enrichir... Sème l'amour pour toujours... Et c'est seulement alors que tu trouveras l'amour... - Puis-je croire en toi Amour le cerveau humain est-il assez fertile...- Il ne faut rien attendre simplement donner... English translation : Love You know. . . No Don’t wait for love. . . Don’t be impatient. . . It’ll come on its own don’t worry - Yes but I am waiting and waiting and nothing changes. . .- You must not wait. . . Better not give it any thought and create love around you without thinking of yourself without thinking for yourself simply for the love of love. . . Sow without expectations. . . Sow to enrich. . . Sow love for ever. . . Only then will you find love. . . - May I believe in you Love is the human brain fertile enough. . . - You must not expect simply give. . . I was 17 when I wrote this poem. (I started meditation, healing and yoga at 36!) But I was yearning for something deeper than I was experiencing. The experience of writing this poem was that of being in the presence of a master speaking to me softly, gently, lovingly, feeling my impatience and pain and guiding me toward some kind of peace with it all. I wonder who it was guiding me like that then? Writing this poem felt like some of my current meditations when Yogi Bhajan or some other wise soul seems to be guiding me. Much, much love to all, Awtar Singh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 5, 2006 Report Share Posted August 5, 2006 Dear Awtar Singh: what a precious poem! I read the original French version and it is wonderfully composed Thank you for sharing your inner richness with us! In peace and love, Betty kundalini_yoga (AT) hotmail (DOT) com escribió: Dear all : I am writing a book whose temporary title is : How Beautiful Life is! The purpose of my book is to explore some of my life’s experiences, whether fun or difficult, and show some of the gold I received from them. The premise I live with is that there’s gold ready to be harvested in all of life’s experiences especially the difficult ones. Because of the many questions about love from this group, I thought I would share this excerpt with you. Amour Tu sais... Non N'attends pas l'amour... Ne sois pas impatient... Il viendra de lui-même ne t'en fais pas... - Oui mais j'attends, j'attends sans aucun changement... - Il ne faut pas attendre... Il vaut mieux ne pas y penser et créer l'amour autour de soi sans penser a soi sans penser pour soi simplement pour l'amour de l'amour... Sème sans rien attendre... Sème pour enrichir... Sème l'amour pour toujours... Et c'est seulement alors que tu trouveras l'amour... - Puis-je croire en toi Amour le cerveau humain est-il assez fertile...- Il ne faut rien attendre simplement donner... English translation : Love You know. . . No Don’t wait for love. . . Don’t be impatient. . . It’ll come on its own don’t worry - Yes but I am waiting and waiting and nothing changes. . .- You must not wait. . . Better not give it any thought and create love around you without thinking of yourself without thinking for yourself simply for the love of love. . . Sow without expectations. . . Sow to enrich. . . Sow love for ever. . . Only then will you find love. . . - May I believe in you Love is the human brain fertile enough. . . - You must not expect simply give. . . I was 17 when I wrote this poem. (I started meditation, healing and yoga at 36!) But I was yearning for something deeper than I was experiencing. The experience of writing this poem was that of being in the presence of a master speaking to me softly, gently, lovingly, feeling my impatience and pain and guiding me toward some kind of peace with it all. I wonder who it was guiding me like that then? Writing this poem felt like some of my current meditations when Yogi Bhajan or some other wise soul seems to be guiding me. Much, much love to all, Awtar Singh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 6, 2006 Report Share Posted August 6, 2006 Awtar: I think it is AWesome that you are writing a book about your experiences. It should bring a wellspring of joy to you and the fullness of your heart. Your sensitivity shows. Congratulations! It takes courage to reveal, even to yourself. Teresa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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