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