Love has to be worked at over a period of years so that two people slowly begin to understand each other. They begin to understand the faults and frailties of each other, and in understanding them, they accept them.
30 agosto, 2014
Incompatibility in relationships
By finding fault, it is not the fault of the other person, it is you. You are at fault: therefore you see a fault. We project ourselves upon others because we cannot handle ourselves by ourselves.
30 agosto, 2014
Sex and relationships
I do not advise celibacy for a householder. Celibacy practiced by a householder in the world as we know it, can become very dangerous. It can become repressive, and those inhibitions and repressions can translate themselves psychosomatically. When we marry there is at first a mutual attraction. One has to enhance this attraction if love […]
30 agosto, 2014
Opening the heart
When the heart has opened, you will become incapable of projecting negativity. You will project only love. Attachment can exist in the form of sincere feeling. In this togetherness we are marching on the path of oneness. How can we be one in two separate bodies? It is only when the heart melts away completely. […]
29 agosto, 2014
The creation buried deep down within you
I am your father, mother, friend, son and daughter
I am the creation buried deep down within you
Respond in which ever way you can … for love I am
26 agosto, 2014
Finding the Gap
SHAMIYA: Will you explain the gap technique? I was taught that it was the space between the in‑breath and the out‑breath. There seems to be a confusion that it is also is the space between the out‑breath and the in‑breath. GURURAJ: Yes, that is very true, that there definitely is a space between the in‑breath […]
26 agosto, 2014
Become independent!
Now, what do we mean by clarity? Do we mean a total understanding of the subject in question? Or do we mean that there was no question in the first place at all? Is this not a contradiction of infatuation? So, as we go on and the mind becomes more clear, not for anyone else […]
24 agosto, 2014
It was hard this life..
It was a hard life this; digging the ground,
Who cares to know how parched it was.
My back is broken carrying the water pails;
I am old, the trees so young, bearing blossoms.
