Our world would be gloomy and empty if
it did not offer to every single epoch something new for exploring. Nature as
the greatest mystery does not immediately reveal its secrets to everyone. Human
brain has been forcing itself from the very beginning to find out its secrets,
to touch its hidden treasures. Those who have been the most persistent and the
most curious dedicated their whole lives to the quest to the unknown. There is
one trip that never ends. There is one eternal mystery that lives of it's
appearance, belives in miracles, greatest wisdom and the finest spirituality.
The name of it is Love. It is a beginning and the end of everything. Mighty and
unbeatable as such does not recognize the borders, races, religions, centuries.
It recognizes only heroism because it asks for the victims. Its bravery will
remain alive in Paris and Helen, Romeo and Juliet, Titanic - on the bottom of
the ocean, Braveheart. True love unfortunates are the privileges of only those
chosen spirits and big hearts. Great artists have found their lost peace and
great inspiration in love. They have exceeded their own limits. Love gave birth
to the most beautiful compositions, paintings, poems. Only those who have their
souls full of tenderness can love. Love is the greatest degree of everything
that carries one not sordid heart, greatest effort, total self-sacrifice, life
in loving person and for that loving person, one soul parted into two bodies.
Love fulfils everything and replaces everything. Patient and tender, love
derives from the truth and it is always ready to trust and forgive. Quiet and
tender, cherishes us like wind, we don't see it, but feel it. Is love only a
flower growing on the edge of scar mountain?
Love, author Suzana Stojanović, 12.24.2006.
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Naš svet bio bi turoban i ništavan
kada svakoj epohi ne bi nudio nešto novo za istraživanje. Priroda, najveća od
svih misterija, ne otkriva svoje tajne odjednom i svima. Ljudski um od postanka
upirao se da dokuči njene tajne, da dodirne njene sakrivene bogate riznice. Oni
najuporniji i najznatiželjniji ceo svoj život posvetili su traganjima i
putovanjima u nepoznato. Postoji jedno putovanje koje se nikada ne završava.
Postoji jedna večna misterija koja živi od priviđenja, koja veruje u čuda,
najveća mudrost i najfinija duševnost. Njeno ime je Ljubav. Ona je početak i
kraj svega. Moćna i nepobediva ne poznaje granice, rase, vere, vekove. Poznaje
samo herojstvo jer traži žrtve. Njena slava ostaće da živi u Parisu i Heleni, u
Romeu i Juliji, u Titaniku na dnu okeana, u Hrabrom Srcu. Istinske ljubavne
nesreće privilegija su samo odabranih duhova i velikih srca. Veliki umetnici u
ljubavi su pronašli izgubljeni mir i najveću inspiraciju, prevazilazili
sopstvene granice. Ljubav je iznedrila najlepše kompozicije, slike, pesme. Vole
samo oni čija je duša prepuna nežnosti. Ljubav je najveći stepen svega što nosi
nekoristoljubivo srce, najveće pregnuće, totalno samoodricanje, život u voljenom
biću i za voljeno biće, jedna duša podeljena u dva tela. Ljubav sve ispuni i sve
zameni. Strpljiva i nesebična, ljubav počiva na istini i uvek je spremna da
veruje i da oprosti. Tiha i nežna, miluje nas poput vetra, ne vidimo je a
osećamo je. Da li je ljubav samo cvet koji raste na ivici strme
planine?
Ljubav, autor Suzana Stojanović, 24.12.2006.
