Love is the wings
that allow one to see
the reality of the self much mightier
than one's own selfish interests.
Today, even the love between
the parent and the child is impure and selfish,
hence, they suffer the grief of their own misinterests.
Suffering, My child,
is itself the reflection of one's own
selfish interest from the love he has given.
A true lover is only content in
giving the joy of love and does not
count the ways of return.
Love that is given and remembered
will only wait, impatiently, for its due return.
Hence, to experience true love,
one has to be content with his love for the inner self -
only then, will he be able to give its strength and not worry,
if his gift has been rightly appreciated.
Looking for appreciation,
is only seeking the troubles of the future worry!
divinely sent
