Christmas 2007 at the Ark of Love - Curitiba, Brazil

Project “Christmas at the Ark of Love-Curitiba” by the Hariharananda Mission West

80 children in a devastated neighborhood of Curitiba
received the warmth of your generosity!
(Captions taken from the book
Mystical Poems by Jalal ud-Din Rumi)

“Make your wish to be the wish of the world.
May the world contemplate eternity after your acts.”

“Love your life! Shout in a state of bliss!
There is no mess at the life feast!"

“O life! O my beloved!
Only in you there is eternal love! Only in you the eternal thought resides!”

“O friend! Life fulfills the world!
You and I are in eternal union!”

”As the rain comes to the dried ground,
thus it comes the perfume of your love!”

“Do not go too far! Come closer!
Find the antidote in the poison!”

“Would you know how to prepare a remedy
made with the matter of the encounter
and give it to the injured who gave you eyes and heart?”

“Leave your home and do like the shepherds:
help to cure the soul of the one near you.”

“In the cold and in the rain ,my beloved is
sweeter. Noble, dignified, graceful. Smooth like a flower.’’

“Smile with me like a rose bud.
Let us understand ourselves
through our thoughts, no tongue, no lips.”

“O! What a dizzy mildness that comes from
this love which does not know limits!”

”Devotion is the death of the will, when only
the eternity lies...”

“Can you tell me which simple flower the
bees take out the sweet honey from?”

“When we enter in the garden, the colors of
the road and the voice of the birds will make us immortals
- Me and You.”

“Nobody talks to himself out loud.
Since we all are one, let us talk this other way.”

“Your place is the hot climate in the heart,
it does not survive the ice of the world.”

“When one is truly beloved,
there is no room at all in the world for lack.”

“When you have your journey done,
surely you will return as an angel,
and your station will surely be heaven.”

“Out there where the true love is born,
the self dies. You let it expire in the dark of the night
and freely the light of the morning breathes.”

”Come, be alert for the subtleness
where there is no words."

“He looked at me as though he was a dagger
and then I dived in the water of his eyes.
I quit existing!
I suffered for the unbearable pain
of the non existence.”

OM SHANTIH, SHANTIH, SHANTIH!!!
- Gurusandesh Ma