In a small town one morning, a sadhu came looking around at the shops on both sides of a small street leading towards the main market. He was thirsty and looking to get some water to drink. The shop owners were just opening their shops and getting settled to start a new day of their […]
“One morning, a horse rider stopped outside a village where a few old men were sitting and chatting under a tree. He inquired about the adjoining village and what kind of people were staying there. The old man asked the rider, “Before I answer your question, let me ask you, what are you looking for?”
An old fakir was a true namaazi. He offered daily namaaz five times at a particular mosque. His discipline and regularity in offering namaaz was so popular that no one else would occupy his place. If by chance he was late, then people would leave that space and wait for him as they knew that
GOD IS LOVE. We can open our hearts to God. We can stand in utter nudity before him with absolute certainty that we will be forgiven. He is love and compassion: these two things are implied in the idea. Both are of tremendous beauty. The first will prevent you from judging others, and the second
One evening, a poet went to the sea shore. The sun was setting at the horizon. Sky was changing colours from blue to yellow to amber to red. Sun was calming down with the satisfaction of doing its day’s job with utmost sincerity. Cool breeze was blowing, bringing the mist of the roaring ocean on
A powerful king, ruler of many domains, was in a position of such magnificence that wise men were his mere employees. And yet one day he felt himself confused and called his sages to him. He said: “I do not know the cause, but something impels me to seek a certain ring, one that will
The temple was built on an island and it had a thousand bells. Bells big and small, fashioned by the finest craftsmen in the world. When the wind blew or a storm raged, all the bells would peal out in a symphony that would send the heart of the hearer into ruptures. But over the
A man has always lived in good health. He does not know what a fever is; he does not know what a headache is. He does not know any kind of illness. Can you imagine him feeling his health? It is not possible. In the very nature of things he will never know what health
A poem by Kathleen O’Meara (1839–1888). And people stayed homeand read books and listenedand rested and exercisedand made art and playedand learned new ways of beingand stoppedand listened deepersomeone meditatedsomeone prayedsomeone dancedsomeone met their shadowand people began to think differentlyand people healedand in the absence of people who lived in ignorant ways,dangerous, meaningless and heartless,even
In ancient days, there was a very famous sculptor. His creations, art and skills were known all over through the sculptures that he had created over time. He was well rewarded and decorated with awards by the Kings. He could see the sculpture embedded in the stone as no one else could. He met an
