{"id":157,"date":"2009-02-14T11:41:19","date_gmt":"2009-02-14T16:41:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.akella.org\/mani\/?p=157"},"modified":"2010-10-01T11:06:32","modified_gmt":"2010-10-01T16:06:32","slug":"157","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.akella.org\/mani\/157\/","title":{"rendered":"What is love?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\"><strong>Today&#8217;s thought<\/strong> (from <a title=\"Another lovely place\" href=\"http:\/\/www.longislandweb.com\/longislandweb-cgi-bin\/webbbs_files\/chalktalk\/funstuff\/funstuff_config.pl?read=185\" target=\"_blank\">this web link<\/a>):<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">&#8220;Love is what&#8217;s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.&#8221;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\"><em>Bobby &#8211; age 7<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">An author and lecturer once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a 4 year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman&#8217;s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, &#8220;Nothing, I just helped him cry.&#8221;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\"><strong>..and now Kabir Day 41:<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\"><em>The couplet transliterated:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">Guru dhobi seekh kapada, saabu sirjan haar |<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">Surati sila par dhoiye, nikasai jyoti apaar ||<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\"><em>Translation:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">Teacher, washerman, student and the cloth, all are cleansed by the soap of the Lord&#8217;s name |<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">On the washing stone that is the Love of God and Neighbor, the cleansed glow with inner light ||<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\"><em>My understanding:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">Another beautiful opportunity to step beyond this marketing-driven material world, and step into the wonderful garden of love. Here resides true peace, complete satisfaction and real happiness. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">Kabir highlights what little Bobby says &#8211; it is not the presents, but the peace in the room and the satisfaction in the air that is the real spirit of Christmas. It is in the quiet of the little boy who, by just being, allows the other person to come to terms and even accept the loss as another step forward.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small; font-family: Consolas;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoPlainText\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Consolas;\">Prayer and the Lord&#8217;s name are a name we use to explain and quantify what we cannot see, touch or feel, and explain that which we cannot express. Instead of rationalizing, if we stop to just experience, true love &#8211; not just of our near and dear, but of everything and everyone near and far, known and unknown &#8211; will envelop us and allow us to transcend all differences.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s thought (from this web link): &#8220;Love is what&#8217;s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.&#8221; Bobby &#8211; age 7 An author and lecturer once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. 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