the glow you feel inside
when you give freely to others ,
gifts of your heart ,
love,
hope ,
encouragement,
kind word,
appreciation .....
the burden of the world seems weightless.
you touch another heart ,
with intangible gifts of yours,
create joy,
being calm,
stepping back and creating space,
you cherish your ability to give ,
and expect nothing in return .........
woman you are priceless,precious and adored.....
beloved of the Supreme Beloved.
shree
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
the eternal fragrance.....woman
i took extensive help from danny sillada's writing...thanks to him
this write up is a tribute to all women who have loved,suffered,battered,bruised sacrificed and adored.....
woman in my life........you are eternal....precious .......
How many men have failed to understand a woman her wants and needs not in context of physical and emotional fulfilment but on the level of intellectual stimulation that a woman of passion and reason craves and desires?
A woman can be attracted to a man because of his looks at first but the moment he speaks,he will either arouse her curiosity or bore her to death.
She may yawn or look afar as a sign of discontent in front of a boring and
insensitive person.
But when her blood rushes towards her cheeks and her eyes glow with unknown radiance ...it is a sign that she is at the peak of her intellectual and emotional experience.
So what does really a woman need and desire in a man and what brings he to the fullest experience of her femininity as a woman? A good lover does not need to be very handsome or need to have plenty of material possession to impress a woman but wit,passion ,a rational mind and a sensitive heart to stimulate the inner core of her soul.
To affirm her existence is not only to fulfil her sensual and emotional needs and longings ,her material and financial need but also to stimulate the intellectual resonance of her body and soul .Woman call it 'Intellectual stimulation'
Intellectual stimulation is to bring the woman to the heights of her femininity of being loved and adored with passion and reason enduring the passing of time and season.A man's love to a woman must be emotional as well as rational ,he must see through the woman' soul ,her beauty,value and meaning in relation to his quest in life.
A woman whom he loves is not a functional object to be used when he need to release his lust and passion and put her aside when she is no longer attractive or exploitable .If the love goes away then it is better to separate with respect.
Every woman deserves respect wheather she is a prostitute ,a mentally challenged ,a factory worker or a house maid.
A loving and rational man must see and recognize her precious role in conceiving and delivering humanity into the world.Man exists because of a woman he loves and she becomes a woman because of him.Man could only respond to that 'gift of life'by treating every woman with respect ,compassion and love.
He has to make her feel as though she is as indispensable as the air that he breathes or as the light that beckons in his solitude because she is the completion of what he was and he is to become.
For every man there is always a woman [may not be his wife]who laughs and cries with him at time of joy and sorrow .The essence of a woman transcends beyond space and time and like seasoned wine the older she gets the more she defines and completes the epitome of being a woman.
the more she advances in her age the more she possesses an aura of beauty and elegance beyond the physical realms.She becomes the symbol of love ,passion and beauty that a man must constantly esteem ,cherish and desire as a lover and a man of reason.
he must rise above the physical appearance and see through her soul and quintenssential beauty of a woman.It is an eye for instance of seeing the beauty of a woman working in the farmwith sun baked skin or a destitute woman carrying her child along the busy street or a adivasi[native] woman plucking tea leaves or the woman doing the front desk job for little extra money without a murmur.
A compassionate man adores ,loves and protects a woman like a goddess ,as ineffable and desirable as a princess by showing not only his words but also his actions like how he talks and listens with ardor and compassion.
As a woman like any man she has her own conquest too and her conquest is to be constantly desired,loved and adored rather than taken for granted like a used object when youth and physical beauty wilt away.
Every woman is equal to a man,what he desires is what she equally desires in her own way as a woman and she desires nothing but to love and to be loved by the man that she trust and gave her life and existence.
shree
this write up is a tribute to all women who have loved,suffered,battered,bruised sacrificed and adored.....
woman in my life........you are eternal....precious .......
How many men have failed to understand a woman her wants and needs not in context of physical and emotional fulfilment but on the level of intellectual stimulation that a woman of passion and reason craves and desires?
A woman can be attracted to a man because of his looks at first but the moment he speaks,he will either arouse her curiosity or bore her to death.
She may yawn or look afar as a sign of discontent in front of a boring and
insensitive person.
But when her blood rushes towards her cheeks and her eyes glow with unknown radiance ...it is a sign that she is at the peak of her intellectual and emotional experience.
So what does really a woman need and desire in a man and what brings he to the fullest experience of her femininity as a woman? A good lover does not need to be very handsome or need to have plenty of material possession to impress a woman but wit,passion ,a rational mind and a sensitive heart to stimulate the inner core of her soul.
To affirm her existence is not only to fulfil her sensual and emotional needs and longings ,her material and financial need but also to stimulate the intellectual resonance of her body and soul .Woman call it 'Intellectual stimulation'
Intellectual stimulation is to bring the woman to the heights of her femininity of being loved and adored with passion and reason enduring the passing of time and season.A man's love to a woman must be emotional as well as rational ,he must see through the woman' soul ,her beauty,value and meaning in relation to his quest in life.
A woman whom he loves is not a functional object to be used when he need to release his lust and passion and put her aside when she is no longer attractive or exploitable .If the love goes away then it is better to separate with respect.
Every woman deserves respect wheather she is a prostitute ,a mentally challenged ,a factory worker or a house maid.
A loving and rational man must see and recognize her precious role in conceiving and delivering humanity into the world.Man exists because of a woman he loves and she becomes a woman because of him.Man could only respond to that 'gift of life'by treating every woman with respect ,compassion and love.
He has to make her feel as though she is as indispensable as the air that he breathes or as the light that beckons in his solitude because she is the completion of what he was and he is to become.
For every man there is always a woman [may not be his wife]who laughs and cries with him at time of joy and sorrow .The essence of a woman transcends beyond space and time and like seasoned wine the older she gets the more she defines and completes the epitome of being a woman.
the more she advances in her age the more she possesses an aura of beauty and elegance beyond the physical realms.She becomes the symbol of love ,passion and beauty that a man must constantly esteem ,cherish and desire as a lover and a man of reason.
he must rise above the physical appearance and see through her soul and quintenssential beauty of a woman.It is an eye for instance of seeing the beauty of a woman working in the farmwith sun baked skin or a destitute woman carrying her child along the busy street or a adivasi[native] woman plucking tea leaves or the woman doing the front desk job for little extra money without a murmur.
A compassionate man adores ,loves and protects a woman like a goddess ,as ineffable and desirable as a princess by showing not only his words but also his actions like how he talks and listens with ardor and compassion.
As a woman like any man she has her own conquest too and her conquest is to be constantly desired,loved and adored rather than taken for granted like a used object when youth and physical beauty wilt away.
Every woman is equal to a man,what he desires is what she equally desires in her own way as a woman and she desires nothing but to love and to be loved by the man that she trust and gave her life and existence.
shree
Monday, December 31, 2007
in Bengal daughters are very much loved and adored by their fathers.they are often lovingly called as Maa[mother],as if the father is a little child ,to be taken care of,scolded and loved by the tiny mother .....
it is an unique relationship.i have tried to capture the mood ...hope my readers like it and strengthens the bond with their lovely daughters.
the new morn
She was sitting on the floor ,
with all her tiny cups n saucers ........making tea.
'' baba .....o...baba....again you are sleeping?
pouting her sweet lips two little hands tugging a sleeve of my shirt,
as i was dozing in the warm morning sun in my chair.
with the newspaper in my hand.
'taste the tea' she commanded ..
tea made of muddy water...
pride in her eyes ,
sweat glistening on her forehead.
i pretended to sip the tea,
she was hovering like a mother hen over her only baby .....
'hurry up baba we will go to the market'
excitedly my little Maa said.
i smiled .....
hand in hand we went to the garden.
she picked up lots of different leaves ,
pebbles and dust lovingly, to cook for her son....
in her small pots and pans.
''baba....oh ...baba cant you sit still?'
she was serving dust rice,pebble meat and leaves
vegetable on a plate taken from her mom's treasure.
'after lunch we will go to the seabeach '
now she was thinking of going out ...
different coloured dirt and dust ,
made a rainbow on her dress.
i smiled lovingly...my little precious ...
sea is not far....
she ran against the wind ..barefeet laughed n
giggled.
sat on my lap ..told me all her stories all made
up...
where the prince and the princess,
goblin and the wizard all became one.
curly hair covered the tired ,angelic face...
tiny little fingers hold on to my hand.
my Maa is feeling sleepy.
as i hugged her in my bosom n looked afar ,
the sun was slowly going down the horizon,
dusk is setting in ,
a beautiful fragrance engulfing us.
another year passing by,slowly very slowly,
my little angel,my two year old daughter ....
will see a bright new morn tomorrow.....
a tribute to my father
shree
it is an unique relationship.i have tried to capture the mood ...hope my readers like it and strengthens the bond with their lovely daughters.
the new morn
She was sitting on the floor ,
with all her tiny cups n saucers ........making tea.
'' baba .....o...baba....again you are sleeping?
pouting her sweet lips two little hands tugging a sleeve of my shirt,
as i was dozing in the warm morning sun in my chair.
with the newspaper in my hand.
'taste the tea' she commanded ..
tea made of muddy water...
pride in her eyes ,
sweat glistening on her forehead.
i pretended to sip the tea,
she was hovering like a mother hen over her only baby .....
'hurry up baba we will go to the market'
excitedly my little Maa said.
i smiled .....
hand in hand we went to the garden.
she picked up lots of different leaves ,
pebbles and dust lovingly, to cook for her son....
in her small pots and pans.
''baba....oh ...baba cant you sit still?'
she was serving dust rice,pebble meat and leaves
vegetable on a plate taken from her mom's treasure.
'after lunch we will go to the seabeach '
now she was thinking of going out ...
different coloured dirt and dust ,
made a rainbow on her dress.
i smiled lovingly...my little precious ...
sea is not far....
she ran against the wind ..barefeet laughed n
giggled.
sat on my lap ..told me all her stories all made
up...
where the prince and the princess,
goblin and the wizard all became one.
curly hair covered the tired ,angelic face...
tiny little fingers hold on to my hand.
my Maa is feeling sleepy.
as i hugged her in my bosom n looked afar ,
the sun was slowly going down the horizon,
dusk is setting in ,
a beautiful fragrance engulfing us.
another year passing by,slowly very slowly,
my little angel,my two year old daughter ....
will see a bright new morn tomorrow.....
a tribute to my father
shree
Monday, December 24, 2007
Last night when you wept did I not respond?
plateful of goodies ,wine is flowing ,
nightlong dancing going on ....
it is the festival time .
whose festival is this anyway?i ask,
the mother who is sitting like a scared animal with two kids,
in the dark corner of the pavement.she had been raped twice last night.
is it for those two kids?or the
little baby in the orphanage?
left by her unwed mother under the mango tree.
body half eaten by big ants.
crying for some milk...
whose festival is this anyway?i ask ,
for the father who worked extra to earn a bit more ?
to buy new dresses for the little ones at home,
but the factory has closed down last night......
or for the old lady shivering in her dark hole of a room?
her sons died in the ethnic war .....
oh Dearest whom are you giving your gifts?this festival please ,please
touch my heart with Your brightest loving light...
to feel the sorrow of others in my poor little heart....
Last night when you wept did I not respond?
Continue your reading.....
and you read.
"God's earth is wide and those who persevere patiently will be given a full and unstinting reward.'' say ''I have been commanded to serve God .Dedicating my worship entirely to Him''
(39:10-11)
so rise again beloved
and come to Me,
Into My Arms
I am the Friend
The Beloved
The One.
shree
nightlong dancing going on ....
it is the festival time .
whose festival is this anyway?i ask,
the mother who is sitting like a scared animal with two kids,
in the dark corner of the pavement.she had been raped twice last night.
is it for those two kids?or the
little baby in the orphanage?
left by her unwed mother under the mango tree.
body half eaten by big ants.
crying for some milk...
whose festival is this anyway?i ask ,
for the father who worked extra to earn a bit more ?
to buy new dresses for the little ones at home,
but the factory has closed down last night......
or for the old lady shivering in her dark hole of a room?
her sons died in the ethnic war .....
oh Dearest whom are you giving your gifts?this festival please ,please
touch my heart with Your brightest loving light...
to feel the sorrow of others in my poor little heart....
Last night when you wept did I not respond?
Continue your reading.....
and you read.
"God's earth is wide and those who persevere patiently will be given a full and unstinting reward.'' say ''I have been commanded to serve God .Dedicating my worship entirely to Him''
(39:10-11)
so rise again beloved
and come to Me,
Into My Arms
I am the Friend
The Beloved
The One.
shree
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
May our quilts be threadbare
On Judgement Day my angel was sewing,
the quilt of Life.
Tattered and torn
Filled with giant holes,
Ragged pieces of cloth threadbare
empty like binding air.
Tears welled up in eyes.
Other tapestries were filled with colour
and the hues of worldly fortune.
But mine was threadbare.
Finally the Time came,
the scrutiny of Truth.
Each life to be displayed.
Angel nodded for me to rise,
gaze dropped to the ground in shame.
No earthly fortunes to show
only love and laughter.
Lots of trials and temptations to quit.
Often been held up to ridicule, humiliation, enduring painfully.
Offering to Him in hope that,
I would not melt beneath the judgemental gaze,
who unfairly judged me
Slowly lifted up the quilt,
an awe filled gasp filled the air.
Light flooded the many holes,
and became the face of my Beloved.
He said, "each point of Light in your quilt,
shows when you stepped aside,
and let Me shine through
Until there was more of Me than there was of you."
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn,
to shine our Beloved's face ever more.
dedicated to my beloved son--aubhi...
Shree
[theme taken from email]
the quilt of Life.
Tattered and torn
Filled with giant holes,
Ragged pieces of cloth threadbare
empty like binding air.
Tears welled up in eyes.
Other tapestries were filled with colour
and the hues of worldly fortune.
But mine was threadbare.
Finally the Time came,
the scrutiny of Truth.
Each life to be displayed.
Angel nodded for me to rise,
gaze dropped to the ground in shame.
No earthly fortunes to show
only love and laughter.
Lots of trials and temptations to quit.
Often been held up to ridicule, humiliation, enduring painfully.
Offering to Him in hope that,
I would not melt beneath the judgemental gaze,
who unfairly judged me
Slowly lifted up the quilt,
an awe filled gasp filled the air.
Light flooded the many holes,
and became the face of my Beloved.
He said, "each point of Light in your quilt,
shows when you stepped aside,
and let Me shine through
Until there was more of Me than there was of you."
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn,
to shine our Beloved's face ever more.
dedicated to my beloved son--aubhi...
Shree
[theme taken from email]
Saturday, October 20, 2007
LET IT GO.........
There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone. When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.
The Bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.
Let them go.
And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead.
You've got to know when it's dead.
You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.
Let them go!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains . . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If someone has angered you . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents . . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If you're feeling depressed and stressed . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
Let the past be the past Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing for 2007!!!
LET IT GO!!!
Get Right or Get Left. think about it, and then . . . . . . . .
LET IT GO!!!
"The Battle is the Lord's!"..................
from T.D .Jakes "Let it go'
i found it so appropriate ............we hold on to everything and can not surrender .....
hope the readers will like it.
posted by
Shree
Saturday, October 13, 2007
my glorious gift
wonder what will be my gift from Him in this festive season?
coming back to innocence?
a loving heart?
a pure soul?
or wealth? health? happiness?
doll of dust could not think beyond .............
Beloved held my face in His blessed hands,
and whispered 'I give Myself to you My precious'
the time stood still,
heart stopped for a moment,
He smiled gently into my eyes,
the universe radiated His glory,
could hear the chanting of mantra ,
divine hymn,
sound of conch shells,
ringing of bells,
prayer came true ............. my wildest dream.....
The King of Kings came to me ,
as my glorious gift........
EID MUBARAK to all.......
dedicated to Sadiq
coming back to innocence?
a loving heart?
a pure soul?
or wealth? health? happiness?
doll of dust could not think beyond .............
Beloved held my face in His blessed hands,
and whispered 'I give Myself to you My precious'
the time stood still,
heart stopped for a moment,
He smiled gently into my eyes,
the universe radiated His glory,
could hear the chanting of mantra ,
divine hymn,
sound of conch shells,
ringing of bells,
prayer came true ............. my wildest dream.....
The King of Kings came to me ,
as my glorious gift........
EID MUBARAK to all.......
dedicated to Sadiq
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