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!
from a divine source
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