Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him. Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred ﬁre, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure. Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing ﬂoor,
Into the season less world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, ‘God is in my heart, ‘but rather, ‘I am in the heart of God.’ And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it ﬁnds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
As told in “The Prophet” by Khalil Gibran
बुद्ध होना आसान है एक रात चुपके से
घर द्वार स्त्री बच्चे को छोड़ कर
सत्य की खोज में निकल जाना
क्योंकि कोई उंगली
उठती नहीं आप पर
न ही ज्यादा सवाल पूछे जाते हैं
कोई लांछन नहीं लगाता
शब्दों के बाणों से
तन मन छलनी नहीं किया जाता
लेकिन कभी सोचा है
उनकी जगह एक स्त्री होती तो
वो गर चुपके से निकल जाती
एक रात घर द्वार पति नवजात शिशु
को छोड़ कर सत्य की खोज में
क्या कोई विश्वास करता
उसकी इस बात पर
यातनाएँ तोहमतें लगायी जाती
उसके स्त्रीत्व को लाँछित किया जाता
पूरे का पूरा समाज खड़ा हो जाता
उसके विरुद्ध और
ये होती उसकी सत्य की खोज
बुद्ध होना आसान है
पर स्त्री होना कठिन !!…
Air Commodore Vishal was a Jet Pilot. In a combat mission his fighter plane was destroyed by a missile. He however ejected himself and parachuted safely. He won acclaims and appreciations from many.
After five years one day he was sitting with his wife in a restaurant. A man from another table came to him and said “You’re Captain Vishal ! You flew jet fighters. You were shot down!”
“How in the world did you know that?” asked Vishal.
“I packed your parachute,” the man smiled and replied.
Vishal gasped in surprise and gratitude and thought if parachute hadn’t worked, I wouldn’t be here today.
Vishal couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about that man. He wondered how many times I might have seen him and not even said ‘Good morning, how are you?’ or anything because, he was a fighter pilot and that person was just a safety worker”
So friends, who is packing your parachute? Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day.
We need many kinds of parachutes– we need the physical parachute, the mental parachute, the emotional parachute, and the spiritual parachute.
We call on all these supports before reaching safety. Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important.
We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.
As you go through this moment , this day , this week, and this month recognize the people who pack your parachute.
I counted my years
& realized that I have
Less time to live by,
Than I have lived so far.
I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first he ate them with pleasure,
But when he realized that there was little left, he began to taste them intensely.
I have no time for endless meetings where the statutes, rules, procedures & internal regulations are discussed,
knowing that nothing will be done.
I no longer have the patience
To stand absurd people who,
despite their chronological age,
have not grown up.
My time is too short:
I want the essence,
my spirit is in a hurry.
I do not have much candy
In the package anymore.
I want to live next to humans,
very realistic people who know
How to laugh at their mistakes,
Who are not inflated by their own triumphs
& who take responsibility for their actions.
In this way, human dignity is defended
and we live in truth and honesty.
It is the essentials that make life useful.
I want to surround myself with people
who know how to touch the hearts of those whom hard strokes of life
have learned to grow, with sweet touches of the soul.
Yes, I’m in a hurry.
I’m in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.
I do not intend to waste any of the remaining desserts.
I am sure they will be exquisite,
much more than those eaten so far.
My goal is to reach the end satisfied
and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.
We have two lives
& the second begins when you realize you only have one.
Mario de Andrade (San Paolo 1893-1945)
Once upon a time there was a businessman from a small village who used to sell butter in a nearby town.
A big shop owner in the town was his regular customer. The villager used to deliver every month to the shop owner the required butter in 1 kg blocks and in turn he used to get grocery items like sugar,pulses etc. from the big shop owner.
Once the shop owner decided to weigh the butter and to his surprise every block of butter weighed 900 gms instead of 1 kg.
Next month when the villager came to deliver butter,the angry shop owner told him how he was cheated and told to leave the shop.
To this the villager courteously replied him, “ Sir, I am a very poor villager. I don’t have enough money to even buy the required weights for weighing the butter.
I usually put the 1 kg sugar you give me on one side of the weighing scale and weigh butter on another side.
This simple story illustrates that what we give to others comes back to us.