We have his word

We will be in the moment nel'uno a heart to give him the chance to be there in all its wonder ....
We will have a body to move through a world of discovery, we will be tested through the experiences of this journey. There will be a living hell without unspoiled paradise, there is not extreme to try anything, we are men in the world and worlds to tell him. We are his words, and there is no name to tell ...
We will have time to scan, our finding that in the beginning we were, pure awareness. There was no reason to end the experience remains. We came from infinity that time has not, as finite beings walk and then return to what we were in a principle that you can not tell.
We will have words to tell, on behalf of ourselves, the failure will be evidence of an ego bigger than our own form, but nothing is lost in error, if the door to better recognize. We will have the fork in our hands and we will decide everything. We say many things in the name of love, but love has never talked to voice vibrated in perpetual silence finds no limits, and he will not tell anyone about truth in his own name. Possession is merely the consequence of a genuine fear, a disease unknown to treatment and we would try everything, and then back into the silence of the soul. We will have everything for us when one of us will not put the shield in the name of love itself. He does not protect you from him, wherever he is speechless.
We will have the privilege of compassion in his name, we are his words, silent. We will see the world through, we only bet of ourselves when we find the pain of others. The junction will still be present and we will have everything in that moment. We can avoid and give, if we give in the way. When we say we will not be giving him everything. Can never be that he ask for me to tell you, we will not say anything. We are too small a word from him and never say anything to his flowing towards us. We will contact a primordial but was extinguished and there we understand many things.
We will have everything and everything will be, in the humility that distinguishes us, we will not be a role in heart will understand. We will follow the instinct which does not explain, we will manifest errors and ego. Each test may drop, but the experience puts the fate and know nothing without experience. The purity of the principle must be the goal, everyone will have everything and the junction is only what we can do. Everyone will have the gift of freedom and this runs like a horse on the prairie gardens of Eden, but just remember that we can not be after all, we will be only us and there we learned the same paradise. Love.
We will have forgiveness in every mistake, when we forgive ourselves. The imperfect is normal to carry around and this is the way uphill to a stranger who gives. Perfection never say when it will total a word to the other that we will see, we have accepted the world and we will accept ourselves, perfection is only a mirage at the end but the little that we really will be treasured in the name of ' love that belongs in the heart.
We will have the courage of our actions, reactions, only a consequence of a cycle and we will still fork, this will never know what happens. But fear not border anything until we know to be listening to our conscience. Tremble like leaves in the wind, but then everything will be peace, we will live in goodness and evil will never have. Fear is just the experience to understand the courage that sets us apart forever. The value of a show is coming in and never thought of it. We will be in a present and what we live.
We will have many things to remember and much to do, we have his word that we will not say in his name. We will be human beings simply recognize what we see and we could never say I have not had the chance. For the love does not differentiate some. love does not know him and not you, knows everyone equally, he is in addition to our being here, is so expanded that exists in everything and everyone, we recognize his eternal vibration. In silenzione, we are his word ....

LOVE '... .. AMOR

The evolution of the human being exists in the name of love, and must not be forgotten the feeling of creation ..
The time periods did not change the primary sense of the feeling called love. They only have affected his performance, as if at some point a feeling infinite space and has no limits, could be put into a book. They tried in every way to catalog every single expression of love, giving explanations, colors and fragrances.Perhaps this was to make available an identification of those who felt a sense of not understanding. This may seem right or wrong, but in both cases is the very fact that caused the lost ideals behind and not being in love. Do not find reasons to love and even less explanation. But as always happens from the time it was, the man had to shape an abstract something tangible for fear of not feeling this feeling, people who have kept this essence of love itself have simply done what in them there. They have followed my heart is no reason in logical analysis. Every moment spent to understand what love was to explain them away from the inner core has the people, who thought it could make sense of everything, the great joy is that this did not alter the feeling of love and while not everyone has globalized.
Each person can describe the love, why not? Each person has a personal perception as such can explain it, but to explain what love must become neutral experiences. Why not be neutral internally creates ideas, love is not an 'idea of ​​the thought, love is a feeling that does not remain confined to the mind. This is not the absolute way of explanation, it's just a feeling that is felt in a myriad of words about love. If we for a moment to deviate from the myriad of information that have shaped our idea of ​​love and our past experiences, simply sitting down under a tree with his eyes closed, we would understand the essence of our silence that belongs to us. We instantly feel what love is, because contact with nothing to do and say, makes us sensitive and can sense subtle vibrations that put us in contact with everything and we are all in all. There is no separation in this act of sitting down and blend with the environment around us and if you think that love has no logic, nor did it instead! Because "we love and we are all in", where we are not strangers, but an indivisible whole.The sense may seem mystical, but the logic would tell a love only for objective experiences, facts and events that make up data, because love is not a constant stream of data is undefined which transcends everything, and creates.
To try to understand the love you should not do anything, you simply must have ...
Every time we love, even if the shadow falls on us. Every feeling, object, have the opposite feeling, love is the opposite of anger and all its nuances, more subtle. Love is clean, clean, no fading in tone, if we want to give a color, let us give red, we could say perfect, but it remains red and does not change. Love has no "more or less" or indexes, and when you say my love goes down, talking to a partner, it shows only that the shadows are dispersing from the love and that love itself is less or more. Human remains does not love a person if he does not give off the most in us what we had set as an index of our perception of love, but it is an idea of ​​the feelings, not the feeling itself. But let us remember that love is still, no one can ever say that love does not exist, in the case of a couple and that one partner does not get to say I love you more, you will only understand that the world is not created by two souls has found its true dimension. It is a mistake happens and will happen.But in those cases where relationships break down, take over the words that say: I do not love him anymore, and I have loved her, etc.. is the mind that speaks and not the heart. The heart can also sense a feeling toward a person is stopped, but it ends up to love, "he" always loves. We who do not "see" this and we feel within us a wrong perception, but it is the mind that puts barriers, deceptions data always ideas that logically lead to live this. Remains true that the feeling is not illusory, but if you just because the mind controls everything in us. And if we think this should be reflected in how the mind, the wonder that exists in us at times show the downside. In this, we now that we do not believe we are creatures of habit. Individual freedom leads to believe what we better conform to our image and likeness, who lives just a difference in evolution different interior.
It would be endless to mention all the variations that occur, but we lose in a "conceptual maze." Love is not a concept.
Love is the indissoluble, is creation, is energy, light, emanating from those who feel nothing through fear of its immensity.
Everyone from here to infinity will try to understand what love is, this will be chasing us is what in essence, that he never moved or even disappeared, which surrounds us and immerses us. People can still groped in the arduous business of understanding what is not understood, but experienced and left free to expand.
LOVE '...
Vision of life in the freedom of every individual can understand the love, will be only two ways of understanding that will lead to two different visions. One is logical, based on thoughts, readings, past experiences that shape ideas and structures, a feeling in a rational and logical. The other will simply be in love, and will not ask questions, simply being in the river of feeling and savor all the flavors, all experiences without touching them back but only as observers aware of and understand not to create ideas, love will simply be in love In all in all.

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La evolución del ser humano existe en el nombre del amor, y no hay que olvidar el sentimiento de la creación ..
Los períodos de tiempo no cambió el sentido primario del sentimiento llamado amor. Ellos sólo han afectado a su rendimiento, ya que si en algún momento una sensación de espacio infinito y no tiene límites, podría ser puesto en un libro. Trataron por todos los medios a catalogar cada expresión única del amor, dar explicaciones, colores y fragancias.Tal vez esto fue poner a disposición de la identificación de aquellos que sentían una sensación de no entender. Esto puede parecer bien o mal, pero en ambos casos es el hecho que causó los ideales perdidos detrás y no estar enamorado. No encontramos razones para el amor y la explicación incluso menos. Pero como siempre sucede desde el momento en que fue, el hombre tenía que dar forma a un resumen de algo tangible, por temor de no sentir este sentimiento, las personas que han mantenido su esencia misma del amor simplemente han hecho lo que en ellos allí. Ellos han seguido mi corazón hay ninguna razón en el análisis lógico. Cada momento que he pasado para entender qué era el amor de explicarlas desde el núcleo interno tiene la gente, que pensaba que podía dar sentido a todo, la gran alegría es que esto no altera el sentimiento de amor y mientras que no todo el mundo se ha globalizado.
Cada persona puede describir el amor, ¿por qué no? Cada persona tiene una percepción personal, como tal, puede explicar, pero para explicar lo que el amor debe convertirse en experiencias neutras. ¿Por qué no ser neutral internamente crea ideas, el amor no es una idea "del pensamiento, el amor es un sentimiento que no se quede confinada a la mente. Esta no es la forma absoluta de la explicación, es sólo una sensación que se siente en un gran número de palabras sobre el amor. Si por un momento de apartarse de la gran cantidad de información que han dado forma a nuestra idea del amor y de nuestras experiencias pasadas, simplemente sentarse bajo un árbol con los ojos cerrados, hemos de entender la esencia de nuestro silencio que nos pertenece. Instantáneamente sentir lo que es el amor, porque el contacto con nada que hacer y decir, nos hace sensibles y pueden sentir las vibraciones sutiles que nos ponen en contacto con todo y todos estamos en todas. No hay separación en este acto de sentarse y se mezclan con el ambiente que nos rodea y si usted piensa que el amor no tiene lógica, ni en su lugar! Debido a que "el amor y todos estamos en" donde no son extraños, sino un todo indivisible.La sensación puede parecer místico, pero la lógica le diría a un único amor de experiencias objetivas, hechos y acontecimientos que hacen de los datos, porque el amor no es un flujo constante de datos no está definido que trasciende todo, y crea.
Para tratar de entender el amor que no debería hacer nada, simplemente hay que tener ...
Cada vez que amamos, incluso si la sombra cae sobre nosotros. Cada sentimiento, objeto, tienen la sensación de lo contrario, el amor es lo opuesto a la ira y todos sus matices más sutiles. El amor es limpio, limpio, sin decoloración en el tono, si queremos dar un color, vamos a dar rojo, se puede decir perfecto, pero sigue en rojo y no cambia. El amor no tiene "más o menos" o índices, y cuando dices mi amor se cae, hablando con un compañero, que sólo demuestra que las sombras se están dispersando en el amor y que el amor mismo es menor o más. Los restos humanos no ama a una persona si no se emiten más en nosotros lo que nos habíamos propuesto como un índice de nuestra percepción del amor, pero es una idea de los sentimientos, no el sentimiento en sí. Pero recordemos que el amor es todavía, nadie puede decir que el amor no existe, en el caso de una pareja y que una pareja no llega a decir Te quiero más, sólo comprender que el mundo no es creado por dos almas ha encontrado su verdadera dimensión. Es un error que sucede y sucederá.Sin embargo, en aquellos casos en que las relaciones se rompen, hacerse cargo de las palabras que dicen: Yo no lo quiero, y he amado, etc. Es la mente la que habla y no el corazón. El corazón también puede sentir un sentimiento hacia una persona se detiene, pero termina con amor "," ama siempre. Nosotros, los que no "ven" esto y nos sentimos dentro de nosotros una percepción equivocada, pero es la mente la que pone las barreras, los datos de los engaños siempre ideas que lógicamente conducen a vivir esto. Sigue siendo cierto que la sensación no es ilusoria, pero si sólo porque la mente controla todo en nosotros. Y si pensamos que esto debe reflejarse en la forma en la mente, la maravilla que existe en nosotros, a veces muestran la baja. En esto, ahora que no nos creemos que somos criaturas de hábitos. La libertad individual conduce a creer lo que mejor se ajustan a nuestra imagen y semejanza, que vive sólo una diferencia en el interior de la evolución diferentes.
Sería interminable hablar de todas las variaciones que se producen, pero se pierde en un "laberinto conceptual." El amor no es un concepto.
El amor es la indisoluble, es la creación, es la energía, la luz, que emana de aquellos que no sienten nada por el temor de su inmensidad.
Todos, desde aquí hasta el infinito a tratar de entender qué es el amor, esto se nos persigue es lo que en esencia, que nunca se mueven o incluso desaparecido, lo que nos rodea y nos sumerge. La gente puede aún a tientas en el negocio arduo de comprender lo que no se entiende, pero con experiencia y queda libre para expandirse.
AMOR ...
Visión de la vida en la libertad de cada uno pueda entender el amor, sólo habrá dos formas de entender que dará lugar a dos visiones diferentes. Uno de ellos es lógico, basado en pensamientos, lecturas, experiencias pasadas que las ideas de la forma y estructura, un sentimiento de manera racional y lógica. El otro será simplemente en el amor, y no hacer preguntas, sólo tiene que estar en el río de sentir y disfrutar de todos los sabores, todas las experiencias sin tener que tocar de nuevo, pero sólo en calidad de observadores conscientes y entender, no para crear ideas, el amor será simplemente en el amor en todo en todo.

love

Love me for who I am, maybe not perfect you wanted, maybe my face does not live in the smile ..In me is love and if you want you'll stay in my heart.
The weather made us know in the world running, I Viven young person without anything special in the enchantment of dreams and you beautiful woman was the queen of my visions. I could never imagine to be something for you, maybe you're unreachable, everything is far away now.
The songs were reflections of the young in his heart, the image of the woman had entered him. It had been a mere vision in the fringes of life that flowed slowly, but he had noticed she had been frozen by the look, cold and penetrating. Distances in his feelings that seem obvious, she had turned to him, she was golden-winged butterfly that settled and grew closer.
He, the young man was left to look for the nights away, all he wanted was a contact and his heart was full of love for her. Every match in its randomness it seemed that the moment of contact, there were signs and words, but he lived in love and it was full of hope. Feeling the love that pervades the senses, everything is bright and seeing the woman he loves and knows, that she wears the scent intoxicates the senses, music in mind as the awakening of spring with its blooms.
Too many times in the thought that he painted this heavenly romance and a little courage to manifest. He wanted a gesture, never happened, he would like all the signal and instead was the mystery woman to make it different.
Unwavering in his dream, obstinate in his fears, he thought that if she would ever say a word addressed to him. Storm that lit in him questions, questions and supplementary questions and the heart was swollen with love, words you think, what they sing odes to the purity of the young would have given at that moment of contact. But all that stood in the thought that flew in the borderline between dream el'ardire the mysterious woman.
On the day that was to mark the summer now that the door was hot to feel his warmth, he in his usual afternoon, I meet the woman who had dreamed so much. A meeting was different, there was not the place or the crowd noise, were in a park. Trees to cool the hot day, and shadows to give an almost magical figures, a light breeze was blowing the charm. She sat on a bench, smiling as he had never seen it, sweet heart as if he knew he wanted to manifest itself, it results, in my mind was empty of the thousands of words he had thought over time, the forces did not seem to be there, but was walking towards her and this was the moment I was not in thought but was driven by love. Arrival in front of her, heart pounding, his throat was choking on the words he would say, I stare in the face of the woman with a smile that lights the sun that seemed to radiate from that point. Everything was light and everything was magic.
You look at him and said with a sweet look: - love me for who I am, love me for what you have heard, love me and not you yourself -. He had thought of everything that I do not find anything, I simply love unrequited, and so did the demand that he take his word. It was no longer time for talk between him and himself, was the time that his heart spoke, and his heart had already spoken without him had ever heard. The woman had heard of the mystery or perhaps remain a mystery ..
The end of her words put him to make the gesture and embrace her, hugged her and she sank to this, he had heard and seen the purity of love, not with words and flattery but of the heart, feeling that reaches all and the voice that makes all that noise is not penetrating the substrate. This had been, but as in all fairy tales of love the time had their say, the perfect moment that no one can ask but that fate does happen Arcanum love that lives within us.The stain

Red

The fire of the candle in the wind waves,

observed that slow my mind goes,

I gobbled up the passion burns like a fire, the desire remains flame lighting a thought ... ..

See red, there are shades of red passion that builds a desire to love ..

The flame consumes the candle, the wax drip slowly to consume the time,

The time limit is ..

But do not stop the moment that the desire wants ..

I look ..

Intimate moments where there will be no words to tell of flame, pure expression is what I say silent ..

By consapevolezzadellanima

Yo ...

Yo ...


Seis contacto piel a piel, la respiración ...

Te quiero,

regalo que me gustaría detener el tiempo,

Yo me quedo, no te vayas, quédate en los brazos del amor, y no en detrimento de todo lo que ...

Detener el momento, el dolor en la sangre se congeló,

miedo de imaginar una vida sin ti,

Paren el mundo,

Me encanta gritar ...

Eco ..

Quiero oír las palabras,

a mí ...

Dirigida de nuevo, quiero se dirigió a ellos, me ..

Quiero escuchar y entrar en la bodega íntimo de mi corazón ...

Yahvé es el amor que siento, me volví, Te amo ..

Juegos ...

El día se cobra su peaje, la piel marcada por una pasión ..

Recuerdo la noche en la amante del juego, temblando pensamientos para recordar elmomento,

A través de las manos para escuchar cuándo va a suceder de nuevo,

oler su perfume, que persigue, que el sabor no se va ..

Este juego es seductor,

siempre estás esperando, un momento libre en un fondo oscuro, te gusta el juego del amor,

Quédate con tu aliento que queremos ser, pero te quiero jugar ...

¿Dónde está quien gana ...

Escribí Te quiero

Escribí Te quiero, en las cartas de la vida ..

Muchos de los escribir y borrar en el papel de mis palabras adecuadas pensando quequería subcontratar, fácil de decir, al final, mi sensación era ..

Para la mujer que decidió por mi tiempo ...

Escribí el amor que tú y yo estaba confundido, y permaneció riamarrà la marcaindeleble de mi vida, la decisión del corazón que las palabras que escribió en las cartas de el tiempo que llevo conmigo.

Volver a leer ahora estas palabras, los días permanecen invariables para siempre en la historia de ahora en vivo.


by consapevolezzadellanima