Saturday, February 28, 2004
The Stone Cutter
There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.
One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.
To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"
Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"
Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"
Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"
Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"
Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.
He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.
- posted by Julia @ 5:10 PM | | 0 rocks in pond
Friday, February 27, 2004
I have a notion of dangerous: it is to go into eternity with possibilities which one has oneself prevented from becoming realities. If a possibility were a hint from God, it would be wise to follow it.
A fountain of contentment has sprung up in my mind. I met someone who has so little knowledge of human nature that she seeks happiness by changing anything but her own disposition. She is wasting her life in fruitless efforts that serve to multiply the grief which she purposes to remove.
- posted by -g @ 3:30 PM | | 0 rocks in pond
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Learn to Fly through Simple Emotion
May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half-truths and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.
May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.
May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation and war, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and turn their pain into joy.
And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done. Amen.
Credit to Mt.Carmel
- posted by -g @ 8:02 PM | | 0 rocks in pond
Sunday, February 01, 2004
"Love is patient, love is kind.
It is not jealous, it is not pompous,
it is not inflated, it is not rude,
it does not seek its own iterests,
it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury,
it does not rejoice over wrongdoing,
but rejoices with the truth.
It bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails."
-1 Corinthians, 13:4-8
Now ain't that the truth.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
- posted by Allie @ 11:08 AM | | 0 rocks in pond
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