..."Happiness…you cannot create it by force or by guile ,but only by pleading ... Faaling in love, in lust , infatuation and endearment... is simply being inprinted by the projection of one's desire… love and lust being just forms of spiritual tracking… for the sublime. After all , a simple kiss endowed with a bit of insight, describes a trajectory through the human consciousness ,for it raises the blood heat and ads chemical fluids ,like sugar or insuline....
...it is allways a priviliged, magic experiencer, when by simply exchanging a look, you can tell at once whether you share with somebody else...you can not codify the reality of empathy for it moves too fast for the eye or the mind.
There is an obssession to hunt for the sweetness of traction. The human mind is never at rest, but allways on the mafgic frequency of affection… how irrisistibilly poetical, the quest …
But we usually foul up everything by trying to impose a plan, an intention upon the nature of things, and this can only reproduce the limits of our understanding, the boundaries of our own personal vision... love passes into obsolence in the very act - it just ilustrates the nothingness of our own narcissism... but how not to indulge to be complacent when you are?
How to achieve the only sort of love that is viable, enriching- one without sanctions, no reservations… one without guilt? One that is beyond the ego and the tricks of the mind?"
by Lawrence Durrell... excertos livremente editados
...it is allways a priviliged, magic experiencer, when by simply exchanging a look, you can tell at once whether you share with somebody else...you can not codify the reality of empathy for it moves too fast for the eye or the mind.
There is an obssession to hunt for the sweetness of traction. The human mind is never at rest, but allways on the mafgic frequency of affection… how irrisistibilly poetical, the quest …
But we usually foul up everything by trying to impose a plan, an intention upon the nature of things, and this can only reproduce the limits of our understanding, the boundaries of our own personal vision... love passes into obsolence in the very act - it just ilustrates the nothingness of our own narcissism... but how not to indulge to be complacent when you are?
How to achieve the only sort of love that is viable, enriching- one without sanctions, no reservations… one without guilt? One that is beyond the ego and the tricks of the mind?"
by Lawrence Durrell... excertos livremente editados
4 comentários:
pois não é by L. Durrell. são excertos livremente editados, de textos de um livro do Durrel ..quanto á imagem i don't recall ter cedido direitos de exibição .
pois é...
a imagem,...não passa de uma imagem vista por mim, sentida por mim, enquadrada por mim, vivida por mim, que me faz sentido... de um quadro pintado por ti, de algo visto por ti, enquadrado por ti, vivido por ti, que te faz sentido...
sincronicidades... naquela altura nem te conhecia...eheheh.
se fizeres questão posso lá colocar by gatumudo de um quadro da princesa...
um dia, se a amada deixar, quero herdar esse quadro...
grato...
... mas melhor ainda, sem argumentações, sem questões..., aceitando, reconhecendo, vivendo a paz interior!
.. e assim se troca uma foto expressiva do que revela o texto, por outra tão expressiva e reveladora tb...
quem viu, viu..., quem não viu tivesse visto...
em amor me entrego...eheheheh
« Que maior gratidão podemos dar ao Criador do que escolher amarmo-nos uns aos outros e a nós mesmos ao vermos o rosto de Deus em toda a gente, sabendo que é um reflexo?»
in ''GRATIDÃO'',Louise Hay
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