Love Notes
“The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.” ~Shelley
On exchanging self for others: http://www.freebuddhistaudio.com/audio/details?num=LOC1103
FcSeeker Resident: because the Love is 'there' even if it dont rise to love
Eden Haiku: Yes, compassion is the only other way
Eden Haiku: Yes, I believe that too.
Eden Haiku: Love is our true nature.
Eden Haiku: We swim in it.
http://wiki.playasbeing.org/Chat_Logs/2011/08/2011.08.10_07%3a00_-_Cultivating_joy%2c_calm_and_serenity
oO0Oo Resident: so, is being, the original 'real' love?
oO0Oo Resident: unconditional acceptence?
oO0Oo Resident: without subject or object?
oO0Oo Resident: from which this playground arises?
(from http://wiki.playasbeing.org/Chat_Logs/2011/01/2011.01.11_19%3a00_-_Timing_Waking )
Calvino Rabeni: My opinion is, compassion doesn't care much, whether it is called "compassion" or "love"
(from http://wiki.playasbeing.org/Chat_Logs/2010/12/2010.12.22_19:00_-_Marshmallows_toasting_on_an_open_fire )
Riddle Sideways: :)) nice
https://wiki.playasbeing.org/Chat_Logs/2018/03/2018.03.20_07:00_-_Continuation
Myself, writing after the Nova Scotia (2011) retreat:
An early theme that emerged was that of ‘exposure and acceptance’… how one never forgets simply being in the loving presence of someone who sees clearly, someone capable of accepting without adding overlay or perfume. It is a capacity rather than an act. There is some incomparably deep relief in that, which goes beyond friendship based on likenesses or common causes… even those based on beliefs or bonded out of similar traumas. Some first felt it with a parent or grandparent… some with a teacher or friend, but all remember. They didn’t give love, they were love. Being seen through like that can feel deeply exposing… as though caught stealing what is already given.
“Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass;
I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
And I leave them where they are,
for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.”
- Walt Whitman
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