Akka Quotes

You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you'll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. We bear their children, who are witches if they are female, human if not; and then in the blink of an eye they are gone, felled, slain, lost. Our sons, too. When a little boy is growing, he thinks he is immortal. His mother knows he isn't. Each time becomes more painful, until finally your heart is broken. Perhaps that is when Yambe-Akka comes for you. She is older than the tundra. Perhaps, for her, witches' lives are as brief as men's are to us.

He said ..." A pause. He cleared his throat. "He said that pity was the only love I could hope for." He saw her swallow, blink. "Oh, Akka ..." Of all the world, only she truly understood. Of all the world.

What do you want to know from the astrologer, akka?” “Will I get married? Or will I have to stay single all my life?

Known to Israelis as the city of Akko. Known to Palestinians still as Akka. Known beyond Israel and Palestine as Acre: a mosaic town with a low skyline of mosque and flat roof and synagogue, a town of bells and loudspeakers and muezzin calls, where the warm-water wind retreats the tongue and sneaks multiple sounds into the throat: Acre, Akko, Akka.

Some call mom, some amma and some annem, some call dad, some nana and some babam. Some call sis, some akka and some ablam, some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim. Words may differ but emotions are the same, for language builds barriers only if you let it. See past the words and look into the soul, find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.

Kukaan ei luo taidetta tai edes tiikerikakkua kuin yksi yksinäinen monoteistinen jumala. Jokainen joutuu tukeutumaan toiseen.

Reactive applications are characteristically interactive, fault tolerant, scalable, and event driven.

Once you have eaten the fruit, Does it matter who prunes the tree? Once you have left your woman, Does it matter who sleeps with her? Once you have sold your land, Does it matter who ploughs it? Once Channamallikarjuna, jasmine-tender, Is (not) known, does it matter whether The body is eaten by dogs or rots in water?

When I understood my relationships with others, I felt I understood everything. Power is the root cause of all sorrow, Akka. Do you know another strange thing? We must acquire this power. And then give it up. I shall not submit to anyone’s power. Nor will I bind anyone with my power. Then I will feel I have liberated myself. I will feel only joy within myself! Great peace! Much love! Compassion for all! ‘It’s a pity how people get bogged down by structures of power. Unable to see how they can liberate themselves, they rot in unrest, sorrow and hatred. ‘I wonder if I should share this secret to achieving peace with everyone. ‘But who will understand? ‘Will those who consider my fourteen-year-long meditation in search of truth mere sleep understand my words? ‘They concluded that I was sleeping. Do they know the difference between sleep and wakefulness? ‘Did they ever sleep peacefully? Were they ever truly awake and conscious? ‘They say I was asleep—they will label me as mad if they hear what I have to say.

Questioner: In the tradition, we were always taught to be reverential towards God or the highest aspect. So how to reconcile this with Mirabai or Akka Mahadevi who took God as their lover? Sadhguru: Where there is no love, how can reverence come? When love reaches its peak, it naturally becomes reverence. People who are talking about reverence without love know neither this nor that. All they know is fear. So probably you are referring to God-fearing people. These sages and saints, especially the seers like Akka Mahadevi, Mirabai or Anusuya and so many of them in the past, have taken to this form of worship because it was more suitable for them – they could emote much more easily than they could intellectualize things. They just used their emotions to reach their Ultimate nature. Using emotion and reaching the Ultimate nature is what is called bhakti yoga. In every culture, there are different forms of worship. Some people worship God as the master and themselves as the slaves. Sometimes they even take God as their servant or as a partner in everything that they do. Yet others worship him as a friend, as a lover, or as their own child like Balakrishna. Generally, you become the feminine and you hold him as the ultimate purusha – masculine. How you worship is not at all the point; the whole point is just how deeply you relate. These are the different attitudes, but whatever the attitude, the love affair is such that you are not expecting anything from the other side. Not even a response. You crave for it. But if there is no response, you are not going to be angry, you are not going to be disappointed – nothing. Your life is just to crave and make something else tremendously more important than yourself. That is the fundamental thing. In the whole path of bhakti, the important thing is just this, that something else is far more important than you. So Akka, Mirabai and others like them, their bhakti was in that form and they took this mode of worship where they worshipped God – whether Shiva or Krishna – as their husband. In India, when a woman comes to a certain age, marriage is almost like a must, and it anyway happens. They wanted to eliminate that dimension of being married once again to another man, so they chose the Lord himself as their husband so that they don’t need any other relationship in their lives. How a devotee relates to his object of devotion does not really matter because the purpose of the path of devotion is just dissolution. The only objective of a devotee is to dissolve into his object of devotion. Whichever way they could relate best, that is how they would do it. The reason why you asked this question in terms of reverence juxtaposed with being a lover or a husband is because the word “love” or “being a lover” is always understood as a physical aspect. That is why this question has come. How can you be physical with somebody and still be reverential? This has been the tragedy of humanity that lovers have not known how to be reverential to each other. In fact the very objective of love is to dissolve into someone else. If you look at love as an emotion, you can see that love is a vehicle to bring oneness. It is the longing to become one with the other which we are referring to as love. When it is taken to its peak, it is very natural to become reverential towards what you consider worthwhile being “one” with. For whatever sake, you are willing to dissolve yourself. It is natural to be reverential towards that. Otherwise how would you feel that it is worthwhile to dissolve into? If you think it is something you can use or something you can just relate to and be benefited by, there can be no love. Always, the object of love is to dissolve. So, whatever you consider is worthwhile to dissolve your own self into, you are bound to be reverential towards that; there is no other way to be.

Mies, joka ei tunne menneisyyttään, vihaa taakkaansa kuin vanhaa petollista morsianta. Raahaa sitä mukanaan vain siksi, että se maksoi paljon ja on merkkilaukku ja tässä maailmassa pitää tehdä typeriä asioita, kantaa valtavia kasseja turhaa tavaraa ja etsiä uutta ja kiiltävää ja tuntea itsensä petetyksi. Pitää varautua kaikkeen, koska jokainen askel voi tehdä tyhjäksi ponnistelut ja jäljelle jää vain pilaantunut muisto.

Tyhmä se on mutta kaunis ja lipevä. Vasemmassa poskessa luomi, ketunleivän kirpeys kielellä.

Ihminen heitetään Tuonen virtaan. Kuolema kaataa oraan, ruusun ja mesiangervon, mutta äiti pelastaa. Haravalla vetää lapsensa liejusta, mätien luiden ja silvotun lihan seasta.

Osmanlı'yı diğer statik imparatorluklardan farklı kılan bir özelliği de, elindeki insan havuzunu kullanarak mevcutların en iyisini, kökenine bakmaksızın imparatorluğun çıkarına uygun şekilde sisteme monte edebilmesiydi. Bu yüzden Barbaros gibi namlı bir korsan donanmanın başına gelirken, eskiden Hristiyan olan Ermeni kökenli Sinan imparatorluğun baş mimarlığına yükselebiliyor, yine Bosna doğumlu Ahmet Paşa, yıllar sonra kendisini Akka'da Napolyon'la çarpışırken bulabiliyordu. - Sayfa 117

Loitsi, minkä loitsia osaat, mutta jokainen kuolee ajallaan.

AKKA MAHADEVI Around nine hundred years ago in southern India, there lived a female mystic called Akka Mahadevi. Akka was a devotee of Shiva. Ever since her childhood, she had regarded Shiva as her beloved, her husband. It was not just a belief; for her it was a living reality. The king saw this beautiful young woman one day, and decided he wanted her as his wife. She refused. But the king was adamant and threatened her parents, so she yielded. She married the man, but she kept him at a physical distance. He tried to woo her, but her constant refrain was, “Shiva is my husband.” Time passed and the king’s patience wore thin. Infuriated, he tried to lay his hands upon her. She refused. “I have another husband. His name is Shiva. He visits me, and I am with him. I cannot be with you.” Because she claimed to have another husband, she was brought to court for prosecution. Akka is said to have announced to all present, “Being a queen doesn’t mean a thing to me. I will leave.” When the king saw the ease with which she was walking away from everything, he made a last futile effort to salvage his dignity. He said, “Everything on your person—your jewels, your garments—belongs to me. Leave it all here and go.” So, in the full assembly, Akka just dropped her jewelry, all her clothes, and walked away naked. From that day on, she refused to wear clothes even though many tried to convince her otherwise. It was unbelievable for a woman to be walking naked on the streets of India at the time—and this was a beautiful young woman. She lived out her life as a wandering mendicant and composed some exquisite poetry that lives on to this very day. In a poem (translated by A. K. Ramanujan), she says: People, male and female, blush when a cloth covering their shame comes loose. When the lord of lives lives drowned without a face in the world, how can you be modest? When all the world is the eye of the lord, onlooking everywhere, what can you cover and conceal? Devotees of this kind may be in this world but not of it. The power and passion with which they lived their lives make them inspirations for generations of humanity. Akka continues to be a living presence in the Indian collective consciousness, and her lyrical poems remain among the most prized works of South Indian literature to this very day. Embracing

Jechoota taphachuun humna guddaa qaba tapha billaa caalaa, ammas isaa bareedinni jechaa ol ta'a. Isa damee isaa keessaa bahee miti uumamuu pas de deux, . akkas lallaafaa, akkas nama hawwatu, . akkasitti lama gidduutti nama booji’a jaalalleewwan durii: afaan fi kan jechoota barreessaa quill humna guddaa kan

automatically adjust timeouts according to the observed response time distribution. This can be done with a Phi Accrual failure detector [30], which is used for example in Akka and Cassandra [31]. TCP retransmission timeouts also work similarly [27].

That an Israeli soldier could bulldoze 189 olive trees on the Land he claims is part of the "God-given Land" is something I will never comprehend. Did he not consider the possibility that God might get angry? Did he not realize that it was a tree he was running over? If a Palestinian bulldozer were ever invented (Haha, I know!) and I were given the chance to be in an orchard, in Haifa for instance, I would never uproot a tree an Israeli planted. No Palestinian would. To Palestinians, the tree is sacred, and so is the Land bearing it. And as I talk about Gaza, I remember that Gaza is but a little part of Pales tine. I remember that Palestine is bigger than Gaza. Palestine is the West Bank; Palestine is Ramallah; Palestine is Nablus; Palestine is Jenin; Palestine is Tulkarm; Palestine is Bethlehem; Palestine, most importantly, is Yafa and Haifa and Akka and all those cities that Israel wants us to forget about.

That an Israeli soldier could bulldoze 189 olive trees on the Land he claims is part of the "God-given Land" is something I will never comprehend. Did he not consider the possibility that God might get angry? Did he not realize that it was a tree he was running over? If a Palestinian bulldozer were ever invented (Haha, I know!) and I were given the chance to be in an orchard, in Haita for instance, I would never uproot a tree an Israeli planted. No Palestinian would. To Palestinians, the tree is sacred, and so is the Land bearing it. And as I talk about Gaza, I remember that Gaza is but a little part of Pales tine. I remember that Palestine is bigger than Gaza. Palestine is the West Bank; Palestine is Ramallah; Palestine is Nablus; Palestine is Jenin; Palestine is Tulkarm; Palestine is Bethle- hem; Palestine, most importantly, is Yafa and Haifa and Akka and all those cities that Israel wants us to forget about.