Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

In Love, In God

Genuine love is genuine altruism. Genuine love is loving without necessarily expecting the other party to reciprocate. God is Love. Love is God. God is zero. Love, therefore is zero. “Love” in etymology means nothing, space, vacuum. That is why in the game of tennis or badminton, zero score is love. Can we say then that love is nothing? In fact, the answer is yes. Love is nothing because nothing is everything. Paradoxically speaking, when we are in the state of nothingness, we are in the state of full and heightened awareness, where everything is known to us—nothing hidden or lied upon. In the state of love where nothing exists but our omnipresence, omnipotence, and omniscience, there is the euphoric experience of being God—a spiritual experience Abraham Maslow calls “peak experience.” It is oftentimes referred to as transcendence. If love is nothingness and is a spiritual experience of viewing humanity in God’s eyes, why do we feel pain when we love? Why do we hurt the ones we love?

Love in itself is perfect, but it has been tainted and contaminated with humanity’s imperfection. When love is exercised by humans, it becomes imperfect. We aren’t humans experiencing spiritual experiences, but spiritual people experiencing the amazing human condition. But we see things the other way around. We were conditioned to believe that we are nothing more than human beings capable of experiencing all human conditions such as pain, anger, frustration, disgust, happiness, joy, excitement and so on without realizing that we are more than that. The only reason why we experience human condition is due to this conditioning—a linear thinking wherein our mind is not initially branded for. This conditioning is the culprit to all types of emotional dysfunction.

Love is perfect. Loving someone is almost perfect, if one doesn’t love back, it is incomplete but still, the love is genuine. If the other party loves back, it is what defines completeness, not perfect but still genuine. Love can only be perfect with the coexistence of equity. What defines justice is the mere fact that what I offer, I shall also get. If I offer this much, I should and must get the same amount of energy. If I love this much, the same amount of love I shall get. This is the notion of perfection and justice, but this isn’t genuine. For me there is no such thing as a perfect love while experiencing the human condition because no one can truly love someone in the same amount the other party has given.

“Loving someone is like holding sand. Grasp it tightly then it slips from your fingertips until you loosen your hold, and you are left in the cold. Loving you is knowing you’re free to stay or go away.” Loving someone is not about owning a person. A person is a separate entity. We have boundaries that define our individuality. We cannot expect the people we love to be there forever. We all go through different paths. I have my own to make, as they have their own to make too.

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While undergoing the human condition, we are all separate individuals. When we are in a spiritual experience—that is experiencing our own spirituality in a trance—we all become one. We are no longer separate but one and in unity with the universe. Sex is union between man and woman, where they are in unity with all nature and universe. Lust is a human condition, but sexual intercourse together with the love we feel with the one who we are united with is a spiritual experience. In sexual intercourse, we are spirits in a spiritual trance. Sex is holy. Pornography has changed this universal principle. Pornography is a violation and a deliberate offensive act to our own spirituality.

Who does this? Humans do, not the spirit. Hence, our humanity is in constant battle with our spirituality, when they shouldn’t be in the first place. It is the body that feels lust, but it is the spirit that loves. I am not saying that we should deny our desires because that would be denial to our individuality. Both entities must coordinate together because they are both interconnected and hence interdependent with one anther.

Perfection, perfect love, absolute and genuine love is possible only in the spirit but not in the human flesh. The flesh is merely a separate aesthetic tool with its own limited awareness. The spirit is the perfect transcendental entity of the highest awareness, capable of infinite possibilities. The spirit is boundless, limitless, and infinite.

The body, which brings about our humanity must be in coordination with the spirit to reach this so called peak experience. Buddhists call this a “satori” or an “aha!” experience where everything seems transparent before our eyes. It is like looking at the world and the worlds beyond worlds in God’s eyes. The mystery of the existence of God has been unlocked. God is within us. He ain’t somewhere in heaven or nirvana as places of the afterlife, but in all of us.

God is Zero. God is Love. Love is Zero. Love is nothing. Love is everything. People are connected in love and in God.

I found Love

Hello world.

For the past few weeks I have been crying about my boyfriend's insensitivity, and about his no care for me. On the next few days I found my self crying again because my boyfriend decided to end the intimate relationship. It broke me and killed me big time.Yes, just another death, the fourth, I guess. Still, life is whim. I felt the urge to continue reading my pending books TO READ. I started with Joe Vitale's "Zero Limits" (audio book) and ended with Love. Yes, I found love. 

I figured we need to be friends, so I suggested to him with all humility (eating my pride) that we should be friends and he agreed. The thought about him and I not talking and ignoring each other as if we never existed pains me. I was happy, and I still am happy with what we have now.

The next day, he accused me of a crime I did not do. Later, I considered the idea that he wasn't accusing me at all. I started cleaning, cleaning, and cleaning. It is all that I care about at this point in my life---cleaning my self with the darkness in me. Since the physical world is a reflection of my self, something happening in me is causing dis-ease in the world around me. Anyway, yesterday, I was really sad. I tried cleaning by saying the simple  prayer I learned, but still I found my self "tulala" always. At least I'm not crying anymore. That's an improvement, I thought. Then, I saw him. He smiled at me. That made me feel good inside. The day ended good (at least for me). 

Right now, I am happy. I think about him always and I am happy. I know he is happy and contented with what we have now. At least we both aren't suffering anymore of our imperfect and broken relationship. In time we will heal, until everything in our world heals. 

...............
in the zero state
with love and peace,
Jeel Christine (Owau Noka Ih)

Pua mai au mai ka po iloko o ka malamalama,
Owau no ka ha, ka mauli ola,
Owau no ka poho, ke ka'ele mawaho a'e o no ike apau.
Ka I, Ke Kino Iho, na Mea Apau.
Ka a'e au i ku'u pi'o o na anuenue mawaho a'e o na kai a pau,
Ka ho'omaumau o na mana'o ame na mea a pau.
Owau no ka "Ho", a me ka "Ha"
He huna ka makani nahenahe,
Ka "Hua" huna o Kumulipo.
Owau no ka "I".

someone i can be a total geek with..






these are exactly what i am looking for in a guy. and i especially like the third and the fourth one. :)

just please tell me who you are for crying out loud and be a man!

Slumber Hours

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painting taken from Yessy Art Gallery



as i entered the house of the haunted
i knew that my hours have ended
to woe the promise he has hated
towards the gossamer that he has painted
on the canvas he spilled his blood
to summon the dead through its cup
and i stood there as he looked at me
i smiled at him but he dared not to see
the vows we've made, he has forgotten
the memories we've shared he has abandoned
i felt like crying but tears didnt fall
i might as well go and leave it all
my time on earth has passed
but before my slumber, he asked
whether promises are really meant
or our last time together cannot be spent
i love him and he loves me too
but there are things that neither of us can do
we cannot bear destiny's cruelty towards us
but even so, nobody can separate us
not death of life itself
because in this slumber hours
his heart and mine only crave for one another
as he will bring me back to life
from the world of the others
together we'll wake ones again
holding hands, we'll live our vows together ones again
the fulfillment of our dreams is at hand
nothing and no one will bind us from this band
because of the power i have vested in it
it will never separate us, forever
yet, he has lost all his strenght to fight it..
the foul smell of the creosote
is penetrating into my pale skin
this is indeed the end of our time
this is what's left in me, my slumber hours,
our forever broken vows..

© 2007 | jeelchristine poems



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The Gate

the gate



the putrid breathe of the dead she smells
upon the rock where rested her lover's grave
she stood still as she reads his epitaph
but she's trying to be tough
fighting the lies from her tears
forgetting her frightful childhood fears
to be left behind by the love of her life
she knows that he was a sacrifice
that she cant afford to leave behind
destiny's cruelty she ought to mind
but she never did so
she failed to fight and find the foe
the weakness in her heart makes her strong
but not enough for revenge to tag along
she believes not in death but in everlasting life
the life that was promised by the light
just before her wings turned black
and thrown in the earth's withered ground
they were so madly deeply in love
but they were trapped in the illusions of luck
a mortal and an immortal lovers can never end up together
but still they struggled to fight forever
and they traveled the dimness of the night
amidst the darkness they knew that they weren't alone
the eyes of the enemy were fixed on them
yet they fought every snare the enemy makes
surrounded by the remains of the temple
they prayed that someday they will surpass them all
and finally reach the gates of the immortal call
never did they fear that they may go on separate ways
because of their strong love that always lays
firmly they walked through the gate
so that they will not miss the sacrosanct date
and there his lover was taken away
among the others who lost their way..


© 2007 | jeelchristine poem


Inspired by  "AH MY GODDESS: The Movie"



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