Some people can just say one word and light up a dream, and make roses bloom; with just a smile in their eyes they invite us to travel to faraway places, on a magical journey. Some people, just by offering their hand shatter our solitude, set the table, serve homemade soup, and bring in flowers; just by holding a guitar they can create a friendly symphony. Some people, just by opening their mouth, can touch the far reaches of our soul, nourish the blossoms, invent dreams, make wine sing and make you fall in love with life.
A person once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby and was surprised. He asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?" "No," said the sculptor without looking up, "We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage." The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "Where is the damage?" he asked. "There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." said the sculptor, still busy with his work. "Where are you... Read more »
Here beings the story of a man who had a dream one night... He dreamed that he died and found himself immediately in a large room. In the room there was a huge banquet table filled with all sorts of delicious foods. Around the table people were seated who were hungry but the chairs were five feet from the edge of the table and people apparently could not get out of the chairs and their arms were not long enough to reach the food. In the dream there was a single large spoon, five feet long. Everyone was fighting, quarreling,... Read more »
How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.
I had a place for you, a place right next to me a place I sheltered with my heart. Your eyes, they had a steady hold on mine. My lips dried. My voice died. My head was so far gone. I twisted my fascination into your smile, I can't explain the way it hurt. An ache so violent and sudden. You were mine to hold, to kiss, to touch but you looked so good it hurt too much The panes of sunlight dripped across your face and the smiling became laughing, the holding became clenching, and the wanting became needing.... Read more »
There is a weird power in a spoken word. . . . A word carries far--very far-- deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space. Speak kind.