When Do You Think You Are In Paradise
When love is burning
They say paradise is not a place. It is a feeling. I am quite positive it is the feeling of being in love.
You are sunk deep in extreme happiness that goes beyond what you are able to explain or bear. You feel blissful and alive and for a good reason. There is this divine being in your life. His attention melts your heart. To bid him “good morning” or “good night” are deep and meaningful conversations of the finest sort. Between morning and night, your mind is set on him, with passion, with devotion, with celebration. You keep on desiring him sensually and emotionally. He is the best person you have met. He is heaven!
If you are lucky enough, this person will allow you to be very romantic with him. For all that’s on your mind, when you are in love, is how to make him feel great about it. It is a right and potent feeling and you want to share the dizziness with the man of your affection.
So you write with passion and you do stupid little things like sending kisses or explaining your love, and if he does at least listen to you without interruption – you feel blessed. You are so happy when you communicate with him, that this smile feels like it will never descend from your face. You desire him more than fruit and drink. You see God in his eyes.
“By the practice of meditation, you will find that you are carrying within your heart a portable paradise.” Paramahansa Yogananda.
The other option for living in paradise is finding this sort of connection with your inner being. You are in love with the energy, which permeates you. That makes you feel so good and positive about yourself that you become kind and loving to all sentient beings. You have realized yourself.
That makes for a great connection with the world – you have practically sunk into the ultimate source of love and affection. You are bound to be happy since happiness no longer depends on anything you can’t have. This special person is still special, but so is everybody else. Of course, you have your own personal hierarchy, starting with your family, and your children – your spiritual guests, those who have raised and protected you and those you have welcomed in the world.
Once upon a time, my father told me that when I wonder what to take from the table it is polite to take from the food closest to me. It’s the same with people, take those who are at a small distance, and make them happy. They are the pieces of a great puzzle God is working on.
I love you. I love myself. The secret of paradise…