The truth died

Nasruddin was in a philosophical frame of mind: “Life and Death—who can say what
they are?” His wife looked up from her cooking and said, “You men ore all alike—
unpractical. Anyone can fell that when o man’s extremities are rigid and cold, he is
dead.”
Nasruddin was impressed by his wife’s efficient wisdom. One day he was out in the
snow when his hands and feet went numb. “I must be dead,” he thought. Then came a
further thought: “If I am dead, what am I doing walking about? I should be lying down
like a normal corpse.” Which is exactly what he did.
An hour later, a group of traveller’s, finding him by the roadside; fell to arguing
among themselves about whether he was dead or alive. Nasruddin yearned to cry out,
“Fools, can’t you see my extremities are rigid and cold?” But he knew better than to say
that, for corpses do not talk.
They finally concluded he was dead and put him on their shoulders to take him to the
cemetery. They hadn't gone a mile when they came to a forking of the ways. A fresh
dispute arose as to which road led to the burial ground. Nasruddin put up with this till he
could take it no longer. Then he sat up and said: “Excuse me, gentleman, but the road to
the cemetery is the one to your left. I know that corpses do not speak, but I have broken
the rule this once and I assure you it will not happen again.”

When Reality clashes with a rigidly held belief, Reality is generally the loser.

Hunger makes a man angry

Whenever i'm broke, that's when i'm most in a sad place
I laugh less , I am less creative , I close myself up
It feels like the strangest thing , like I have seen my face before
It is said : Situations don't make a man, they reveal a man
I have felt the warmth of a woman breast , I have had enough to eat
I have been at my highest high, sinked to my lowest low
Looked left and right also been caught in the middle
Choose love over lust , seen the stars at night

When the Zen Master attained Enlightenment he wrote the following lines to celebrate
it:
“Oh wondrous marvel:
I chop wood!
I draw water from the well!”
After enlightenment nothing really changes. The tree is still a tree; people are just
what they were before; and so are you. You may continue to be as moody or event tempered,
as wise or foolish. The one difference is that you see things with a different
eye. You are more detached from it all now. And your heart is full of wonder.
That is the essence of Contemplation: the Sense of Wonder.
Contemplation is different from ecstasy in that ecstasy leads to withdrawal. The
enlightened contemplative continues to chop wood and draw water from the well.
Contemplation is different from the perception of beauty in that the perception of beauty
(a painting or a sunset) produces aesthetic delight, whereas contemplation produces
wonder—no matter what it observes, a sunset or a stone.
This is the prerogative of children. They are often in a state of wonder. So they easily
slip into the Kingdom.

Label Makers

Life is like heady wine.
Everyone reads the label on the bottle.
Hardly anyone tastes the wine.
Buddha once pointed to a flower and asked each of his disciples to say something
about it.
One pronounced a lecture.
Another a poem.
Yet another a parable.
Each outdid the other in depth and erudition.
Label-makers!
Mahakashyap smiled and held his tongue.
Only he had seen the flower.
If I could only taste a bird,
a flower,
a tree,
a human face!
But, alas, I have no time.
My energy is spent deciphering the label.

The other day I met this guy and for a moment I almost had my reservations for why he was in a place as I was in , it was a classy restaurant
Honestly he didn't belong there , I made my judgement by the way he was wearing
later on I was introduced to him and he was the owner of the place
Thank goodness when we first met I greeted him and didn't brush him off
Ever had an awkward moment, meeting someone who you class as beneath you only to find out later their stand in society is much higher than yours and you need a favor from them
It happens I guess

Here is my point don't even reserve your judgments just have non
When you get a chance to meet someone just be in the moment
Acceptance is key
Lets learn to adhere to each other and just be.

Did you hear the bird sing ?

Hindu India developed a magnificent image to describe God’s relationship with
Creation. God ‘dances’ Creation. He is the Dancer, Creation is his Dance.
The dance is different from the dancer, yet it has no existence apart from him.
You cannot take it home in a box, if it pleases you. The moment the dancer stops, the dance ceases to be.
In our quest for God, we think too much, reflect too much, talk too much.
Even when we look at this dance that we call creation, we are the whole time thinking, talking {to
ourselves and others) reflecting, analyzing, philosophizing.
 Words. Noise.
Be silent and contemplate the Dance. Just look: a star, a flower, a fading leaf, a bird, a
stone... any fragment of the Dance will do. Look. Listen. Smell. Touch. Taste. And,
hopefully, it won’t be long before you see Him—the Dancer Himself!
The disciple was always complaining to his Master,
“You are hiding the final secret of Zen from me.” And he would not accept the
Master’s denials.
One day they were walking in the hills when they heard a bird sing.
“Did you hear that bird sing?” said the Master.
“Yes,” said the disciple.
“Well, now you know that I have hidden nothing from you.”
“Yes.”
If you really heard a bird sing, if you really saw a tree... you would know. Beyond
words and concepts.
What was that you said? You have heard dozens of birds sing and seen hundreds of
trees? Ah, was it the tree you saw or the label? If you look at a tree and see a tree, you
have really not seen the tree. When you look at the tree and see a miracle—then, at last,
you have seen! Did your heart never fill with wordless wonder when you heard a bird in Song.

For a thought
More for your moment
With you
Within you
Hold on
Don't turn it off
Its all but a matter of time
Before we cross the line

Happiness

You make me happy 

You are may happiness 

Imagine hearing those words from someone you like , love  

Think of all that responsibility . In essence you are their happiness 

Without you they see no life or joy , your their beginning and end

I think that is just too much to expect from a human being such as your self 

So if someone is your happiness , what happens when are no longer in your life 

You are now unhappy ? 

And you will find someone else to make you happy again: that's the story of our lives

  

We are always looking for the next fix , relationship etc 

I bet some people can't even remember the last time they were single 

We have this want to always have some sort of connection with someone , anyone will do 

We have all dated someone just as to be not alone at least once. 

Nobody likes being alone , but if that person is your happiness  

Then without them your happiness doesn't exist 

That's not a world i wanna live in 

I am happy with you in my life

You are not my happiness 

Yes i enjoy your company , a part of you makes my life worth living 

When your here I am happy , when your gone I am still happy

In the still of the night 

You are my light

Come with me here

We can always meet there

Even in the dark

I take shelter in your ark

Say no more 

In you I see more

As the winds pass over 

Don't tell me it's over 

Our journey has just begun

Just promise not to run

The surprise in your eyes

As I kiss you goodnight as my prize

The Formula

The mystic was back from the desert.
“Tell us,” they said, “what God is like.”
But how could he ever tell them what he had experienced in his heart?
Can God be put into words?
He finally gave them a formula — inaccurate, inadequate—in the hope that some
might be tempted to experience it for themselves.
They seized upon the formula. They made it a sacred text. They imposed it on others as
a holy belief. They went to great pains to spread it in foreign lands. Some even gave their
lives for if.
The mystic was sad. It might have been better if he had said nothing.

Take out from this one as you wish.
Nothing more i can say about it. .

The search

Everyone became alarmed when they saw Mulla Nasruddin mounted on his Donkey,
charging through the streets of the village.
“Where are you off to Mullah?” they asked.
“I’m searching for my ass,” said the Mulla as he whizzed by.
The Zen Master Rinzai was once seen searching for his body. It provided endless
entertainment to his unenlightened disciples.
One even comes across people who say they are sear-ching for God!

What are you searching for
You have all you need inside of you
Your full
Your complete
Something I heard the other day : they might be stronger , faster than you, taller , cooler , have more resources but they lack something that money or time
cannot buy , something that gives you an advantage over any situation or person, something that separates you from your peers, they are not you!!! .
You see your the best there is , the best that will ever be , period. Your all that the worlds needs, we dont need another big this or that we need you
Yes you , thats what the world needs
We have enough copy cats , we need some originals . Maybe you can come up with the new air walk, the potential is endless
you just have to reach deep down inside of you and understand as well as respect that your more than enough
We live in a society where being different is frowned on
Why dare to be different they ask ? why aren't you more like your're brother or neighbour
Look within , stop searching . Your're already found, you just have to recognize it when you see it

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
 It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that
is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do
the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” Marianne Williamson

Salt and the cotton in the river

Nasruddin was taking a load of salt to the market. His donkey waded through the river
and the salt dissolved. When it reached the opposite bank the animal ran around in
circles, overjoyed that its load had been lightened. But Nasruddin was annoyed.
On the next market day he packed the panniers with cotton. The donkey nearly drowned
with the increased weight of the cotton soaked in the river water.
“There I” said Nasruddin gleefully. “That will teach you to think that each time you
go through water you stand to gain I”
Two persons walked into religion. One came alive, the other drowned.

Is it possible we can both walk into religion and i find Healing and you find something to complain about ?
Its human nature right , i mean we can both be looking at the same picture i see beauty, you see shapeless images.
Do we love to complain , do we look for something to complain about all the time
How good are we at accepting things as they are
Must we always have a reason , have an opinion or just anything to say
Who classified silence as ignorance or as stupidity , you don't always have to say something , i mean really you don't have to say anything at times
Just be there , absorb the moment and just enjoy it , don't look for reasons not to like the current place or situation you find yourselves in
Learn from it , take away something from it
Find pleasure , joy, pain etc just find something inside of you to take away from the experience, lets stop complaining so much
Lets be there in the moment
Lets live in the actual moment
Lets be part of the moment than just a spectator
Lets put value in the moment

Eat your own fruit

A disciple once complained:
“You tell us stories, but you never reveal their meaning to us.”
Said the Master:
“How would you like it if someone offered you fruit and masticated it before giving it
to you?”

I just had to finish it up with this story :

“What on earth are you doing?” said I to the monkey when I saw him Hit a fish from
the water* and place it on a tree.
“I am saving it from drowning’,” was the reply.
The sun that gives sight to the eagle blinds the owl

The Royal Pigeon

Nasruddin became prime minister to the king. Once while he wandered through the
palace, he saw a royal falcon.
Now Nasruddin had never seen this kind of a pigeon before. So he got out a pair of
scissors and trimmed the claws, the wings and the beak of the falcon.
“Now you look like a decent bird,” he said. “Your keeper had evidently been
neglecting you.
“You’re different so there’s something wrong with you!”

" Me only have one ambition , y'know. I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together-Black, White,Chinese, Everyone- That's all " Bob Marley
And he goes on to say , " I don't stand for the black man's side, I don' t stand for the white man's side. I stand for God's side" 

Its ok to be different , we should not have to destroy each other for being different 
I dont know which part of the planet your reading this from but lately we have seen alot of violence in the world , religious wars, gay rights in Uganda , Ukraine burning down to name but a few
We human beings are full of love and compassion
We are better than this 
We deserve to treat each other with respect and adherence 
Everyone deserves a good quality of life , not to be cursed and stoned because they are different

SEARCHING IN THE WRONG PLACE

A neighbour found Nasruddin on hands and knees.
“What are you searching for Mullah?” “My key.”
Both men got on their knees to search. After a while the neighbour says, “Where did
you lose it?”
“At home.”
“Good Lord! Then why are you searching here?”
“Because it’s brighter here.”
Search for God where you lost Him.

Are we searching for things that we have not lost ?

We spend alot of money and time looking for happiness , searching for it 

We read books , travel to far away destinations , try our level best to get it 

What if we have it all along , its not lost its inside of us 

Its in all of us 

I often think that one day i will find happiness , I mean I am working hard , making ends meet and sacrifices to one day have a happy ending.

I am looking forward to something , its suppose to happen as the years go on, there is suppose to be a place when all is well with my soul. A time is suppose to come when I have made it .

Am I waiting for something or a moment that is already here but I am unable to recognize it 

Its in front of me isn't it , all I have to do it grab hold of it and make it my own. 

THE LITTLE FISH

“Excuse me,” said an ocean fish, “You are older than I so can you tell me where to
find this thing they call the Ocean?”
“The Ocean,” said the older fish, “is the thing you are in now,”
“Oh, this? But this is water. What I’m seeking is the Ocean,” said the disappointed
fish as he swam away to search elsewhere.
He came to the Master in sannyasi robes. And he spoke sannyasi language: “For years
I have been seeking God. I have sought Him everywhere that He is said to be: on
mountain peaks, the vastness of the desert, and the silence of the cloister and the
dwellings of the poor.”
 “Have you found him?” the Master asked. “No. I have not. Have you?”
What could the Master say? The evening sun was sending shafts of golden light into
the room. Hun-dreds of sparrows were twittering on a banyan tree. In the distance one
could hear the sound of highway traffic. A mosquito droned a warning that it was going
to strike... And yet this man could sit there and say he had not found Him.
After a white he left, disappointed, to search elsewhere.
Stop searching, little fish. There isn’t anything to look for. All you have to do is look.