How do I know –
who I am or where I am?
How could a single wave
Locate itself in
An Ocean?
Rumi ❤ ❤
Category: The School Of Life!
Life is an endless voyage!! A voyage for which even the skilled mariner cant build a compass predicting the exact directions it may take! No cartographer has ever drawn an atlas locating the territories we may travel to! Because in the voyage of life your fortunes will travel up north one Sunday and on Monday it will head south bringing you misfortunes! You might have planned ahead to reach the summit but the voyage of life would have another plans taking you to uncharted territories when you least expect it! The Schools or the Streets don’t provide you answers for the questions life throws at you!! Not Self help books but the Past masters who summed up the meaning of life succinctly in beautiful verses are your Beacons of Hope here! Through their clairvoyance they convey great lessons about what really matters in life aphoristically but cryptically of course!!
Child’s language
One must adopt
the child’s language
to convey knowledge.
Rumi ❤ ❤
Heart’s intent
don’t stray
from your
heart’s intent.
❤ ❤ Rumi
You must do !!
Japanese Proverb:
If One Can Do,
You Can Do.
If No one Can Do,
You Must Do.
Dead leaves
Be like a tree
and let
the dead
leaves drop
Rumi
Pain
What hurts you
blesses you.
❤️❤️Rumi
Google map
Stay Positive
Your body hears
Everything …..
Your mind says,
Always stay Positive!!!!!
Everything is within you !
We are one.
Everything in the universe
is within you.
Ask all from yourself.
❤️❤️Rumi
My Conscious
Sometimes in the dark of the night, I visit my conscience to see if it is still breathing,
for its dying a slow death
Every day.
When I pay for a meal in a fancy place,
an amount which is perhaps the monthly income of the guard who holds the door open,
And quickly I shrug away that thought.
It dies a little
When I buy vegetables from the vendor,
And his son “chhotu” smilingly weighs the potatoes. Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school. I look the other way.
It dies a little.
When I am decked up in a designer dress…
A dress that cost a bomb, And I see a woman at the crossing in tatters, trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity,
And I immediately roll up my window.
It dies a little.
When I buy expensive gifts for my children.
I see half clad children with empty stomach and hungry eyes selling things at the red light. I try to save my conscience by buying some.
Yet, it dies a little.
When my sick maid sends her daughter to work, making her bunk school. I know I should tell her to go back. But, I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes.And I tell myself that it’s just for a couple of days.
It dies a little.
When I give my son the freedom to come home late from a party. And yet, when my daughter asks, I tell her it is not safe. I raise my voice when she questions “why?”
It dies a little.
When I hear about a rape or a murder of a child, I feel sad. Yet, a little thankful that it’s not my child. I can not look at myself in the mirror.
It dies a little.
When people fight over caste creed and religion. I feel hurt and helpless. I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs. I blame the corrupt politicians. Absolving myself of all responsibilities.
It dies a little.
When my city is choked. Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden Cities.
I take my car to work daily. Not taking the metro…not trying car pool. One car won’t make a difference, I think.
It dies a little.
So when in the dark of the night I visit my conscience And find it still breathing.
I am surprised for, with my own hands…
Daily, bit by bit, I bury it.
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