Truth.
Iron turns into rust if it seeks the company of soil. It glows, softens and takes on useful shapes, if it enjoys the company of fire. Dust can fly if it chooses the wind as its friend. It has to end as slime in a pit, if it prefers water. It has neither wing nor foot, yet it can either fly or walk, rise or fall, according to the friend it selects. Knowing this truth, a great saint, Kabir once said. “Here are my prostrations to the good, Here are my prostrations to the bad.” When asked why he offered prostrations to the bad, he said, “My prostrations to the bad, so that they may leave me alone. I do the same before good, so that they might remain near me always.” You are shaped by the company you keep.
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| — | Sri Satya Sai Baba (via lucifelle) |
Live your daily life in a way that you never lose yourself. When you are carried away with your worries, fears, cravings, anger, and desire, you run away from yourself and you lose yourself. The practice is always to go back to oneself.
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| — | Thich Nhat Hanh (via mindfulvibes) |
The Night I Cried
The night I shed a tear of pain
that trickled neither happiness nor gain.
It was a tear of fear…
Not knowing the future and being afraid of the present,
showed a troubled past of relationships that didn’t last
….at all…no friends. No associates. No anything….
because the tears washed them all away…
The tears come out when there IS no doubt that what’s done is done
…and there’s no place to run bc the time has come, came, and past…
the time when, tears could have been for cheer and been for glee to come
The time when tears could have been for laughter but yet they humor none.
These tears cause pain…bring destruction AND rain
…but there’s no umbrella that can keep you dry
becuase the rain that pours down…comes from the eye…
And these are the tears that flooded my pupils and blurred my eyes, the night it
rained…the night I cried…
