Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.
Guru NanakRead
O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.
Interpretation
The heart should love God with the same longing that a bird has for rain, showing that true devotion comes from deep desire.
This quote by Guru Nanak emphasizes the profound longing and devotion one should have for God, akin to the unquenchable thirst of a bird waiting for rain. Just as the chatrik bird remains unsatisfied despite the surrounding abundance, true love for God is characterized by an inner yearning that seeks a deep and personal connection, beyond superficial satisfaction.
In practice
A motivational speech about the importance of spiritual love.
Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.
There is but One God, His name is Truth, He is the Creator, He fears none, he is without hate, He never dies, He is beyond the cycle of births and death, He is self illuminated, He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning, He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True, He is also True now.
Speak only that which will bring you honor.
Build the raft of meditation and self-discipline, to carry you across the river. There will be no ocean, and no rising tides to stop you; this is how comfortable your path shall be.
See the brotherhood of all mankind as the highest order of Yogis; conquer your own mind, and conquer the world.
Whatever be the qualities of the man with whom a woman is united according to the law, such qualities even she assumes, like a river, united with the ocean.
Lovers who have nothing to do but love each other are not really to be envied; love and nothing else very soon is nothing else.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
But if I lost you, it would devastate me as nothing else has or ever could. You have so much power over me and that’s frightening.
Yes, she is the fruit that will Sustain me and yes, she brings A rain that I know can chill But it is a rain so sweet and sings A song my soul insists That I follow, if I would exist As more than I have ever, ever been If my mother calls it evil, then I embrace the sin
Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other.
It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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