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Let go of the Past,
Only then you move towards the future.
Let go of the Regrets,
Only then you move towards the
Let go of the Presumptions,
Only then you move towards the truth.
Let go of the Problems,
Only then you move towards the solution.
Let go of Yourself,
Only then you move towards the Divinity.
|Do You Have Time?
I knelt to pray but not for long
I had too much to do
Must hurry off and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
And as I said a hurried prayer
Jumped up from off my knee
My duty was now done
My soul could be at ease
All through the day I had no time
To speak a word of cheer
No time to speak to friends
They'd laugh at me I fear
No time...No time too much to do
That was my constant cry
No time to give to those in need
At last it was time to die
And when the Lord I came
I stood with downcast eyes
With His hands He held a book
It was The Book of Life
He look in the book and said
Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down
But never found the time...
|We are not human beings having spiritual experiences, we are spiritual beings having human
We eat right, we work out, our minds are finely tuned, but how many of us consider the
nourishment of our souls?
We are body-mind spirit. They cannot exist separately.
If we do not nurture our complete self, we die at some level. We begin to wither with a feeling of
A vague, persistent feeling that "something is missing." A feeling of being dead inside.
We go about our daily lives, we smile, we manage....and inside, where no one can hear, we cry. Very
little in our culture is deeply meaningful, feeding our soul, taking us deeper than our shallow living.
Yet we are meant to be joyful creatures, feeling our innate aliveness and our connectedness to God.
Of the Earth dwellers, we alone have been gifted with consciousness and free will. But how
tragically we waste our precious moments.
|A Story About Gandhi
As Gandhi stepped aboard a train one day, one of his shoes
slipped off and landed on the track. He was unable to retrieve it
as the train started rolling. To the amazement of his
companions, Gandhi calmly took off his other shoe and threw it
back along the track to land close to the first shoe.
Asked by a fellow passenger why he did that, Gandhi
replied,"The poor man who finds the shoe lying on the track will
now have a pair he can use."
The Pearl Necklace - A Must Read
The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw
them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.
"Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her
little girl's upturned face.
"A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no
time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get
another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more
than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten
On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere--Sunday school,
kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.
Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing
and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess--the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink
tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"
"Daddy, you know I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so
beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."
"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he
came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl
necklace. With a little quiver,she finally said, "Here, Daddy. It's for you."
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store
necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of
genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.
He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine
What are you hanging on to?
Do Not Hurt Yourself
One night a snake, looking for food, entered a carpenter's workshop. The carpenter, who was a rather untidy man,
had left several of his tools lying on the floor. One of them was a saw.
As the snake went round and round the shop, he climbed over the saw, which gave him a little cut. At once, thinking
that the saw was attacking him, he turned around and bit it so hard that his mouth started to bleed. This made him
He attacked again and again until the saw was covered with blood and seemed to be dead.
Dying from his own wounds, the snake decided to give one last hard bite then turned away.
The next morning the carpenter was surprised to find a dead snake on his doorstep.
Moral: Someimes in trying to hurt others, we only hurt ourselves.
Always Look On The Inside
I remember reading a story once about a man who was exploring some caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he
found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled up some clay and left them out
in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man so he took the bag out of the cave with him.
As he strolled along the beach, to pass the time, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as
he could throw.
He thought little about it until he dropped one of the balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious
stone. Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found
thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left, then it struck him.
He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into
the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have had tens of thousands, but he just threw it
You know sometimes, it's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves,
and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't
always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it; we see that person as less important than
someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy.
But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.
There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to
know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees
them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.
May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the
gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.