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EDITORIAL February 14, 1999 VNN3042 What Is Love Anyway? BY RAGHUNATHA ANUDAS EDITORIAL, Feb 14 (VNN) — She asked one winter but sunny day. Writen by Mr. John (Jew-fray) Giuffre To God for the Dawn of Love Grandma, our Angels here and all those above. Love is the blossom of all virtue Virtue is the fragrance of Love Love is the staple of the soul the language of the heart the medium of divinity the substance of transcendence and the secret of happiness. Love is life's greatest journey greatest discovery and greatest achievement. Love is our beginning and our end as well as our sustenance thru all sorts of trends for we are crafted by the love we are bred upon by the love we've shared along and the love discovered thru lows and highs and in all our good-buys. Love is the final goal of all Godly creeds and even of our many worldly deeds. All the commandments are summarized as one even if shunned Love "thy Lord" "thy neighbor" even in their misbehavior. Love is a ray of light in the darkest hour and in our weakest moments the strength to bloom and once again flower. Love is the measure of satisfaction, peace and salvation In the fickle of its own march and migration it cradles evils ark and own gestation for evil is born but of the absence of love a consort of the olive branched rainbow white dove Mr. Peace & Ms. Love here today, gone tomorrow why can't they just stay for a while? This, life's most trying question too often gone without a word of mention is the universal pursuit and testament of our souls debut. Beating mortality no price is too high but for love one would willingly die -even a hundred times yet, love, once lost, is a thousand deaths Ooh so painful with each of our many breaths. Love finds beauty where none could be seen joy where none could be felt and hope where none could exist in all these hardships so often dealt. Love is the perch where upon to behold and the hand by which to embrace those of our kindred spirit and this, the divine grace Love is to kinship as sun is to mist unleashing rainbows from but a small tryst for love takes the lows unravels the twist as it finds all the potentials set in a drift. Love is the lens to all good things bringing into focus the likes of Godly beings beauty beheld is the mirror of love beauty, happiness, hope and calm they are no bigger than loves own simmering pond for love is where they reflect upon. Muddled by selfishness or filled with hatred it blurs the hearts vision as man has created. In a world so plain, so ugly and Ooh, such endless duty love shines forth its most striking beauty. Love is the birthright of all life the answer to all the worlds' strife And found in discovery our self. Love is everywhere "the eyes of love" may look, "the voice of love" may speak "the hands of love" may touch and "the heart of love" may feel. Boundless by time, endless in space yet to be found in each of every moment passing in haste or even the small of our bashful heart's race. Love lies in the eyes of our beloved's smile the tenderness of a mother's caring style shared with grace on a rough or mild day and in the innocence of a child's play. Yet, it eludes the wealth of the rich the strength of the strong the grasp of the powerful and heart of the proud; for its the most difficult of all gifts to receive the most splendid of all magic's to behold and the most confidential of all secrets to know. The currency of Love is its own exchange nothing less and nothing more can match its own range. Love is ours for the taking in every kind deed or even the gifts they so often breed in the prayer of each good thought we may hold and in the presents of all the godly souled; so rare are some few with a love so great that the Lord is but two - left helpless to their loves' embrace just like me or so with you. With thanks to Prof. Bob Riechle for opening me to the world of poetry. I'm celebrating my birthday today by starting the newsletter. This is the first issue. I hope you like it. I was going to print the high lights of my correspondence from Prabhupada's Magic and ROOPA essays, but I have 400 to 500 letters of correspondence which was just too much for me to organize in time so maybe later. I want to apologize for not responding to some - usually those of long letters or that touch upon an important topic that I want to give an in depth answer and so put on hold til I have more time simply to be left behind and on occasion even forgot. so if I didn't respond, it means your letter was important to me - Sadhu, Caitanya Mangala, Prabhupada Acariya and Amit. Silly I know, but that's the way of dyslexics. I will now catch up on all those letter-essays. Comment on this Story This story URL: http://www.vnn.org/editorials/ET9902/ET14-3042.html
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