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LOVE is a feeling of goodness, which is like the river, living, moving everlastingly. In that state
you will find there comes a moment when there is no longer any search at all;
and this ending of search is the beginning of something totally different.
The
search for LOVE, for truth, for feeling of being completely good -- not the
cultivation of goodness, of humility, but the seeking out of something beyond
the inventions and tricks of the mind, which means having a feeling for that
something, living in it, being it -- that is true LOVE.
But you can do that
only when you leave the pool you have dug for yourself and go out into the
river of life. Then life has an astonishing way of taking care of you, because
then there is no taking care on your part. Life carries you where it will
because you are a part of itself; then there is no problem of security, of what
people say or don't say, and that is the beauty of LOVE.
Love is a feeling? Oh really? I remember love and this poem helps me to recall what love is and why we all need it.
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