Thursday, October 20, 2016

Look where the light is

One day a man came to meet the Master, who was busy sweeping the ground outside his tiny mountain hut. What are you doing, Master? The man asked. Nothing, Master replied.

But you are doing something I can see. The man insisted
I am not doing anything but if you insist then I am looking for something. Master said.

What are you looking for? The man now asked bewildered.
Absolutely nothing. Master replied.

But you just said that you are looking for something!
Well, I am not really looking for anything but if you insist then I am looking for my pen.

Where did you lose your pen? The man continued his query.
I didn’t lose my pen anywhere. Master said.

But you just now said that you are looking for your pen! The man countered, now totally baffled.
Well my friend I didn’t lose my pen anywhere but if you insist then I lost my pen inside my hut.

Then why on earth are you looking for the lost pen outside here? You should look for it inside. The man was sure that the Master has finally lost his mind.

Master finally stopped sweeping and looked up: because light is here outside my friend while inside it is dark and I don’t see well. 

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

How deep is the Ocean

 One day a beautiful girl visited the Master and asked: I love this young man so, but I don’t know how deep his love is and I am scared.

The Master smiled: my child if you wish to know the depth of the ocean you must have the courage to dive in and find out for yourself for even the ocean does not know how deep it is. Do not ask the ocean how deep it is, he will not know. Sitting in the safety of the shore you will never know how deep your ocean is. So go ahead and jump in.

But I am scared, she mumbled.

Of what! Of drowning or of finding out that it is not as deep as you wish it to be or much deeper than you can ever fathom? Master plodded.

I don’t know, I am just scared. And Master said: A heart full of fear will never live, my child, a heart afraid of hurting will never love, a heart treading cautiously will never know the tempest that can rage within its soul.

Only when you are open to being rejected will you be accepted, only when you lay yourself bare to sadness that happiness will embrace you and only when you are willing to drown will you find the depth of the ocean. 

Perfect Love

‘Why don’t perfect love stories have a perfect ending?’ One day a young man in despair asked the Master.
‘What is a perfect love story?’ Master asked smiling.
‘In which the lovers are always in love with each other with the same intensity, equal passion and nothing ever goes wrong, they never fight and there are no tears at all, no sadness, no sorrow, no downs, only happiness and joy and love,’ the young man rattled breathless. Obviously he was suffering from some great agitation.

‘My young friend, the way you describe perfection in love, that way such perfect love stories will never have a perfect end because if such a love story existed then it would never end. Perfection is everlasting, unchanging, timeless and forever. But such a phenomenon does not exist in our universe. Only in our wishful dreams. But do not despair, we can find other kind of perfection, the imperfect one, the one full of flaws, ups and downs, sadness and joy, tears and smiles, the perfection of nature; the natural perfect love story and we can learn that from the seasons.’

‘But I have lost faith,’ the young man interjected. He had lost hope.

‘Only those who believe that the sun will never rise once it sets in the evening, lose faith and hope. But no matter how long or how dark the night may be the sun always rises. And look at nature, the perfect love story around us. The seasons come and go, in spring the flowers bloom and we all are happy, in the summer the fruits ripen and we cherish them and we are all happy again, in autumn it is time to bid goodbye to all that we hold dear and to let go, the trees shed their leaves, the flowers melt into the ground, all green and joyful turns brown, red and ochre but it is so colourful so mysterious because in autumn we see the change and rebirth and then in the winter comes the cold and the snow, when we shiver and pray for some warmth, when the cold winds rattle our bones and homes, but we find in this joy too since it is necessary for the snow to fall and seep into the ground making it ready for the spring. And deep within each of these seasons happiness, like the seeds, lie deep within for us to find or hope for and patiently wait to sprout again. For it will come again. And what do you think the sun, our eternal sun, is doing all this while!

‘Whether you look up into the sky to curse the heat from its core or to pray for warmth that sun offers selflessly, all through the year, each morning, no matter at what time, it always rises, though from different positions, from different angles, with different hues, it rises for sure, to keep us alive, to light our world with love and hope and faith. For us to believe in the recycle of life and love. That is a perfect love story my friend and it never ends forever but it ends intermittently since our expectations are too perfect and ideal for nature to offer. If you learn from the seasons and from the sun, you will never lose faith.

‘Love is perfection the way it is offered, what makes it imperfect is the way it is received and then perceived and then treated. Don’t question why, how, what, when or how much; just accept it the way it is offered including all the changes that it will entail in days to come. The sun will always rise, may not be exactly from where you want it to or at the time you desire, but it will.’