"Γκόλφω" - Η ψυχή που αγαπά δίχως φραγμούς

Είν’ η αγάπη βάτος που αν τύχει μάνα και μπλεχτείς

μέσα στις αγκαθιές του, δεν ξεμπερδεύεις εύκολα θα φύγεις λαβωμένος.

Είν’ η αγάπη θάλασσα, που γλυκοκυματίζει,

Και αν τύχει τα γαλάζια της νερά σε ξεγελάσουν,

Τις ομορφιές της λιμπιστείς και απλώσεις τα πανιά σου,

δεν είναι μάνα γονετώ πίσω για να γυρίσεις

και αν σε βοηθήσουν οι καιροί με κίνδυνο μεγάλο,

στην άλλη άκρη θε να βγεις, αλλιώτικα, εχάθης.

Είναι η αγάπη φονικό που ζωντανό σε αφήνει
Είναι η αγάπη ξενιτιά που παίρνει το παιδί σου,
μα κάθε μέρα καρτερεί μη και γυρίσει πίσω
Είν’ η αγάπη χείμαρρος που χιμά και σε συντρίβει
Είν’ η αγάπη όνειρο που θέλεις για να τρέξεις,
μα απ’ τη γη τα πόδια σου δεν λεν να ξεκολλήσουν.
Αγάπη είναι ν’ αγαπάς όποια πληγή σου ανοίγει
Αγάπη είναι η μοναξιά που πρέπει στον καθένα
Αγάπη είναι να κοιτάς την πόρτα ολοένα
Αγάπη είναι να μιλάς στα φύλλα και στα δέντρα
Στις πέτρες, στα τριαντάφυλλα, στους τοίχους, στα ταβάνια

John Steinbeck on Falling in Love

“If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”

John Steinbeck’s response to his eldest son Thom’s 1958 letter, in which the teenage boy confesses to have fallen desperately in love with a girl while at boarding school.

“New York
November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa”

Source: bainpickings

http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/01/12/john-steinbeck-on-love-1958/

A Moment Of Hapinness by Rumi

"A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the veranda.

Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.

The stars will gaze upon us,
We shall show them the sickle moon, you and I.

You and I, unselfed, will be together,
Indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.

All the bright-plumed birds of heaven will devour their heart with envy,
as we laugh together, you and I.

In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land, you and I."

Rumi

Cucurrucucu Paloma

They say that every night

He was overtaken by tears
They say he wouldn’t eat
He didn't feel like having any food
They swear that even the sky
Was vibrating by listening to his weeping
How he was suffering for her,
And even when he was dying he was calling at her:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was wailing
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing
He was dying from mortal passion.
That a sad dove
early in the morning will sing
At the lonely house
Whose small doors are widely open
Swear that this dove
Is no other than his soul,
That is still waiting
For the unhappy woman to return.
Cucurrucucú dove, cucurrucucú don’t cry.
The stones will never, dove
will know of love.

Dove: a symbol of innocence, gentleness, tenderness and peace.

I Do Not LOVE you except because I LOVE you

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.


Pablo Neruda

The kiss - Auguste Rodin

This night remains

A sea to live I won't find
in a fish's soul body of a cat
every night I go out to drown myself
sometimes stars, sometimes the edge of the abyss
something I chase, like the castaway
my years, my sheets, cigars to put out

This night remains
for centuries frozen
during which two souls never found a shelter
and they came into the world as strangers and condemned
to live an earthly love

I was also lost one night
sea was Kazantzidis's voice
the stars were falling into the mud
black guy the weather and black snake
the heart waived at me, smell
how the oil burns and live the journey

This night remains
for centuries frozen
during which two souls never found a shelter
and they came into the world as strangers and condemned
to live an earthly love

A Thousand Kisses Deep

Don't matter if the road is long

Don't matter if it's steep
Don't matter if the moon is gone
And the darkness is complete
Don't matter if we lose our way
It's written that we'll meet
At least, that's what I heard you say
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see, I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second hand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
You learned it on your father's knee
And at your mother's feet
But did you have to fight your way
Across the burning street
When all our vital interests lay
A thousand kisses deep

I'm turning tricks
I'm getting fixed
I'm back on boogie street
I'd like to quit the business
But I'm in it, so to speak
The thought of you is peaceful
And the file on you complete
Except what I forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep

Don't matter if you're rich and strong
Don't matter if you're weak
Don't matter if you write a song
The nightingales repeat
Don't matter if it's nine to five
Or timeless and unique
You ditch your life to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep

The ponies run
The girls are young
The odds are there to beat
You win a while, and then it's done
Your little winning streak
And summon now to deal with your invincible defeat
You live your life as if it's real
A thousand kisses deep

I hear their voices in the wine
That sometimes did me seek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
There's no forsaking what you love
No existential leap
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

Leonard Cohen

Poem

Song

Bees - It's getting dark, I am coming out to find you

It’s too late to hate you

air with freshness
the bees are chasing me
and you that didn’t want me

I shake the basil
to stop the bad
witches had tied you
but you still cracked me

It’s getting dark, I am coming out to find you
like a two day moon
closed shutters
How much I would want you to love me

I throw thyme on fires
the beauty’s are afflicting me
the beauty’s the murderess
and you that have forgotten me

Don’ be afraid if I cry
I have felt it before you disappeared
a bitterness in rose water
because you have been refusing the dream

I will throw where you walk
our vow to step on
even if the bees are hurting me
and you that didn’t want me

Whispers of the Beloved

I cannot sleep in your prescence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference


Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.


If you can’t smell the fragrance
Don’t come into the garden of Love.
If you’re unwilling to undress
Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.
Stay where you are.
Don’t come our way.


All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?


Love is our Mother and
The way of our Prophet.
Yet it is in our nature
To fight with Love.
We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veils
Woven by ourselves.


Do you want to enter paradise?
To walk the path of Truth
You need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful
Never to hurt a human heart!


Do you know what the music is saying?
“Come follow me and you will find the way.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.”


The Master who’s full of sweetness
Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.
“Will you give me
some of your sweetness?”
“I have none,” he says,
unaware of his richness.


You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.
This Love is a King
But his banner is hidden.
The Koran speaks the Truth
But its miracle is concealed.
Love has pierced with its arrow
The heart of every lover.
Blood flows but the wound is invisible.


Rumi

Beloved

You feel euphoria
You feel bliss
You feel unique
You feel every second
You feel love

Love Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

One Hundred Love sonnets, 1960

Pablo Neruda

Winter Sweet - Chimonanthus

Autumn rises tonight in love
the mountains smelled of rosemary and honey
and I am looking silent at the wet ground
beauty hurts like a burning coal

I ask the sky for a kiss and the sky gives me dust
but when I want you to get cut from the heart's spindle
The doors stir and the lock turns
The wind whistles at me. If you are going to come don't be late

Take off your clothes and take water from my eyes and wash
separation, remember, is a chimonanthus.
I lived in sorrow at day and at night
I leave you in the wind to find you in the light

Love , has fears and dreams for supper before it breaks
Solitude becomes a saint at pain's country church
And I, that I ask for a sorrow to scar me
before the light has set, I will deny you again

Take off your clothes and from take water my eyes and wash
separation, remember, is a chimonanthus.
I lived in sorrow at day and at night
I live you in the wind to find you in the light



Chimonanthus Praecox / Winter Sweet is a cold resistant shrub. It flowers in the winter and its little very strongly scented, yellow, star shaped flowers last for months.

The Tango of Love

It takes Two to Tango.
Two to share the same Passion.
The same Eager to Synchronicity.
No one leading. Both Following, Feeling, Inspiring, Responding, Expanding, Connecting.

" When you dance tango you must give everything. If you can not do that, do not dance."
Ricardo Vidort

Dance to the end of Love!

Et si tu n'existais pas - If you didn't exist

Et si tu n’existais pas – If you didn’t exist 

French  - English lyrics

Et si tu n'existais pas Et si tu n'existais pas Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi Sans espoir et sans regret Et si tu n'existais pas J'essaierais d'inventer l'amour Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts Naître les couleurs du jour Et qui n'en revient pas Et si tu n'existais pas Dis-moi pour qui j'existerais Des passantes endormies dans mes bras Que je n'aimerais jamais Et si tu n'existais pas Je ne serais qu'un point de plus Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va Je me sentirais perdu J'aurais besoin de toi Et si tu n'existais pas Dis-moi comment j'existerais Je pourrais faire semblant d'être moi Mais je ne serais pas vrai Et si tu n'existais pas Je crois que je l'aurais trouvé Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi Simplement pour te créer Et pour te regarder Et si tu n'existais pas Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi Sans espoir et sans regret Et si tu n'existais pas J'essaierais d'inventer l'amour Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts Naître les couleurs du jour Et qui n'en revient pas

If you didn’t exist And if you didn’t exist Tell me why should I exist For living in a world without you Without hope and regrets And if you didn’t exist I would try to invent love Like a painter who sees under his fingers The day’s colours, borne And that aren’t coming back. And if you didn’t exist Tell me why should I exist Passers-by asleep in my arms That I won’t ever love And if you didn’t exist I would be nothing more than one more dot In this world that comes and goes I would feel lost I would need you. And if you didn’t exist Tell me how could I exist I could make a semblance of me But I wouldn’t be true I think that I have found it The secret of life, the why Just for believing you And for seeing you. And if you didn’t exist Tell me why should I exist For living in a world without you Without hope and regrets And if you didn’t exist I would try to invent love Like a painter who sees under his fingers The day’s colours, borne And that aren’t coming back.

My Love

Two words saying everything.
Saying I love you, saying goodbye my beloved one.
To someone you have opened your world to, shared everything, became one with.
Hello my love. Goodbye my love.

Et si tu n'existais pas

Of Love

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

...

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

...

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

...

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Kahlil Gibran

Unconditional Love

"I love you because you are you."
The only way to love.
No ego games, no resentfulness and unforgiveness, no misunderstandings, no holding back thoughts and feelings. No end and no beginning.
Only Love! Love with no terms & conditions, boundaries & limits.

Pure, Unlimited, Fullfiling LOVE

For them to come

A candle is enough.
it fits better,
for Love to come,

A candle is enough.
having softer light.
and prompt,
in daydream
for Love to come,

It's dim light
will be more welcoming
when Shadows come.

The room tonight,

In daydream

And with the subtle light –

I will vision

For Shadows to come.

Konstantinos Kavafis

When you love

That's the way it is when you love. It makes you suffer, and I have suffered much in the years since. 
But it matters little that you suffer, so long as you feel alive with a sense of the close bond that connects all living things, so long as love does not die.


Hermann Hesse

Love Love Love

Limitless undying love that
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on
Across the Universe

John Lennon, 1968