No matter how much ever one listen, read, talk and write about love, it continues to remain mysteriously alluring. However, if we are reflective enough, every moment presents itself with a lesson on love- adding beauty and depth to the painting that is emerging in our heart’s canvas. My days in Bali are full of such moments.
During a conversation, I mentioned to my friend Ray Suwana that I have no words to express the love and affection that he (and his friends) showers on me. He replied with a smile, “Don’t mention brotha! When we were in India you (Chinmaya family) took good care of us. Also I fondly remember my Chennai-Trichy trip with brother Karthik Krishna. He was our host. He really made us feel at home and the moments we shared together will remain with us forever. So the love we offer you is also what we received from you (Chinmaya family).” I was overwhelmed. It was a lesson on life- that we treat people based on our own experiences. More we experience love the more we are inspired to give.
Unfortunately (or fortunately?), we cannot adopt a rights based approach here. It is not a civil right. To love is not a right but a privilege! All we can do is to actively love.
Now it makes sense to me when wise men and women of ancient and modern ages lead movements on the theme of (spreading) love. Love always has been the central theme of religions! How can it be not? It is the only way to make heaven upon earth!
Love has this wondrous ability to empower both the lover and the beloved. It is like the light of a diya. A diya once lit can light a thousand more, glowing all the while as bright as ever! A heart that is inspired by love is a lighted diya that spread its light (love) far and wide, lighting many more diya(s) on the way.
I am fortunate to be with a few of such lighted diya(s).