It must be fate to get acquainted in a huge crowd of people…,,,…… I feel, the love that Osho talks about, maybe is a kind of pure love beyond the mundane world, which is full of divinity and caritas, and overflows with Buddhist allegorical words and gestures,,,、,,,,but, it seems that I cannot see through its true meaning forever…,,,…… Maybe, I do not just "absorb" your love; but because the love overpowers me and I am unable todispute and refuse it… ,"";,,,、、……Do you know?
It must be fate to get acquainted in a huge crowd of people… ,,,…… I feel, the love that Osho talks about, maybe is a kind of pure love beyond the mundane world, which is full of divinity and caritas, and overflows with Buddhist allegorical words and gestures, ,,、,,,, but, it seems that I cannot see through its true meaning forever… ,,,…… Maybe, I do not just "absorb" your love; but because the love overpowers me and I am unable to dispute and refuse it… ,"";,,,、、…… Do you know?
As infants smile and sleep,we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies,and lulled into security by the roar of the universe around us0we quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it,instead of which it only overflows the more-objects press around us,filling the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them,so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
it overflows with soft sighs all whisper to you.
Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: , , , , ,; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: , , , , ; Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves.
Ah, conceive what my heart has to say to you; it overflows with soft sighs all whisper to you.
When the heart overflows, it comes out through the mouth.
Through it runs the noble river of the Rhone, which often overflows its banks, covering fields and highways, and destroying everything in its course.
