Love: Infinite language of souls
"Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill." - Gitanjali
Love is the theme for all the poets, story tellers, writers, painters, movie makers etc. If the element of love is taken out of all those art works, what would remain are just pieces of papers, canvases, reels and costumes. It is the life blood for all the artists. Yes, they have made love a valuable thing. They have aspired us to find love. They have created a successful economy around love from Valentine's Day to greeting cards, flowers, chocolates. But they have also made it a rare commodity. They have made love as something that should be achieved within a specified period of time in a person's life. They have made it a race and a competition.
What is love really? Concept of love is seen in animal kingdom. It is seen in cultures widely separated before they even started communicating with each other. So it can be safely assumed that love was existent in our species even before culture and civilization was found. But what have we done to it. Limited love within a narrow sphere of culture and tradition.
Love is all around us. It is not a rarity. There is nothing commoner than love. You cannot classify love. So to all those searching for love, open your eyes and see.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill." - Gitanjali
Love is the theme for all the poets, story tellers, writers, painters, movie makers etc. If the element of love is taken out of all those art works, what would remain are just pieces of papers, canvases, reels and costumes. It is the life blood for all the artists. Yes, they have made love a valuable thing. They have aspired us to find love. They have created a successful economy around love from Valentine's Day to greeting cards, flowers, chocolates. But they have also made it a rare commodity. They have made love as something that should be achieved within a specified period of time in a person's life. They have made it a race and a competition.
What is love really? Concept of love is seen in animal kingdom. It is seen in cultures widely separated before they even started communicating with each other. So it can be safely assumed that love was existent in our species even before culture and civilization was found. But what have we done to it. Limited love within a narrow sphere of culture and tradition.
Love is all around us. It is not a rarity. There is nothing commoner than love. You cannot classify love. So to all those searching for love, open your eyes and see.
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