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Printablesacredwarrior said: Spats said: No, i am pretty sure those are the only 2.  kind of U to say. my physical mother, and my spiritual mother, r very special people indeed. I was not talking about those type relationhips. I meant girlfriends, wives, yadda, yadda. | |
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Spats said: sacredwarrior said: kind of U to say. my physical mother, and my spiritual mother, r very special people indeed. I was not talking about those type relationhips. I meant girlfriends, wives, yadda, yadda. my aunt loves my uncle unconditionally, although i sometimes wonder, she can be very bitter toward him, but they r still together. " the embassy shut to keep the fools out " - as above, so below. | |
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Love Is.....
Hope Lust in Disguise Pain Giving Disheartening Promising Brutal The height of bliss and distress (Insert something clever here) | |
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Love has a life of it's own. It's an object in the spirit dimension. You f*cked it up | |
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Love is a deep and profound appreciation. It is Passion...anything less...is just mere Like...dressed as Love...
Love is the act of fully opening your heart and soul and love is freedom and spiritual. My words mean anything but romantic but truthful and from the heart.Love can be so simple and yet so complicated. My definition... No hablo espanol,no! 
Pero hablo ingles..ssii muy muy bien... 
 "Come into my world..."
Missy Quote of da Month: "yeah, sure, that's cool...wait WHAT?! "  | |
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Love is a vital ingredient of human life, and its importance cannot be overstated. | |
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IrresistibleB1tch said: XxAxX said: doesn't anyone else in here love cheetohs??
 all this poetry and not one word about cheetohs?
you people are just weird.  
[Edited 10/6/06 15:38pm] i guess i'm missing out on some of that good cheetos lovin'... there you are, my kindred spirit. all this talk about love and no talk about cheetos - i'm thinking these people know nothing of real love | |
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XxAxX said: IrresistibleB1tch said: i guess i'm missing out on some of that good cheetos lovin'... there you are, my kindred spirit. all this talk about love and no talk about cheetos - i'm thinking these people know nothing of real love not to mention the yellow stains on your pants... | |
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IrresistibleB1tch said: XxAxX said: there you are, my kindred spirit. all this talk about love and no talk about cheetos - i'm thinking these people know nothing of real love not to mention the yellow stains on your pants...  please. i wear a special cheetos bib  | |
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XxAxX said: IrresistibleB1tch said: not to mention the yellow stains on your pants... please. i wear a special cheetos bib committed to safe cheetos love, i see... | |
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IrresistibleB1tch said: XxAxX said: please. i wear a special cheetos bib committed to safe cheetos love, i see...  just not ready to trot my passion out for the entire world to see, yet. | |
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XxAxX said: IrresistibleB1tch said: committed to safe cheetos love, i see... just not ready to trot my passion out for the entire world to see, yet.  i give it a week... | |
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IrresistibleB1tch said: XxAxX said: just not ready to trot my passion out for the entire world to see, yet. i give it a week...  right now i am stepping out on cheetohs, by eating chips | |
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XxAxX said: IrresistibleB1tch said: i give it a week... right now i am stepping out on cheetohs, by eating chips   | |
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Glad you are bringing this up Beverly. wink. All you others say Hell Yea!!  | |
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Kahlil Gibran on 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. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." 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. VOTE....EARLY | |
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DiminutiveRocker said: Kahlil Gibran on 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. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." 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. Thanks, that helps a lot. | |
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Love is a drug You f*cked it up | |
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Love is real but only when it has no attachment | |
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Love is fun gone wrong
i am so IMMATURE that i don't KNOW what LOVE is?  You f*cked it up | |
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Love is Davinci's last supper You f*cked it up | |
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DiminutiveRocker said: Kahlil Gibran on 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. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." 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. This dude was drunk when he wrote that. | |
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Spats said: DiminutiveRocker said: Kahlil Gibran on 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. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." 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. This dude was drunk when he wrote that. drunk on love and life perhaps | |
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heartbeatocean said: Spats said: This dude was drunk when he wrote that. drunk on love and life perhaps Both things cause you to not see things clearly. | |
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The balance between insanity and common sense.
might not seem that way at first. [Edited 10/13/06 23:20pm] | |
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Spats said: heartbeatocean said: drunk on love and life perhaps Both things cause you to not see things clearly. That which is night to all beings, in that the wise one wakes That in which all beings wake, is night to the seer of Truth -Bhagavad Gita | |
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DiminutiveRocker said: Kahlil Gibran on 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. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." 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. i love this portion of the prophet...and i love kahlil gibran, hes brilliant. 
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