A Sufi Tale: A merchant from Baghdad entered a Sufi’s shop, which had essence jars on the shelves. Marveling at the beauty of the place, he asked, “Sir, what is sold here?” The Sufi replied, “The gifts of God”.
The merchant was surprised with the answer, & asked, “And how much do they cost?” “Nothing, here all is for free”, said the Sufi, observing carefully, that the traveller could see the labels: “Jugs of Love”; “Jars of Faith”; “Packages of Hope”.
The merchant said, “A big jug of love, all the packages of hope & three jars of faith for me, my friends & my family”.
The Sufi carefully prepared the order & handed him a small box. Surprised, the merchant exclaimed, “But, but…. how can everything I have asked for, be in this tiny box?”
Smiling, the Sufi replied, “In God’s store, we do not sell fruits, only seeds. You have to sow them. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
When what you say And what you do Are congruent The effect of your words & deeds Radiates all around you in resonance.
It’s no wonder then that In a world that seems so dissonant Words and deeds need to synch. In harmony of such synchrony Faith and trust meet belief And that’s what makes all the difference.
I turn to self reflection and solitude walking in contemplative introspection, when I need to rebalance and align myself , as in doing so I am able to understand and reconsider how difficult it has been, given the circumstances and I comfort myself by acknowledging that I have done my best.
I am grateful for this ability to write and paint my heart away, and express myself through arts, just as much as being kinder and compassionate with myself. For in every such moment, I am learning to be a better me.
I also find great solace in meditative movements and soulful dancing that help me bounce back to normalcy.
WordPress says I have published 1500 posts!! Calls for a little celebration of this milestone and thankfulness in Gratitude to you my dear readers in this journey together! 🙏😊
The Journey so far… The simple act of writing a little everyday, penning down my thoughts and sharing with you all here, the time spent here, has been deeply rewarding in more ways than one. Yes, a moment of reckoning indeed of all those contemplative times.🙂
While some of you my readers have suggested me to focus on the monentary benefits of blogging, yet a few of you have appreciated my artworks and also suggested that I must compile a book in some of the kind comments you leave, which I will cherish for a lifetime. So thank you all for encouraging & supporting me right through…
As many of you my readers already know, I diligently practice writing a post every day for over three years now…
This is beautiful canvas space of expression for myself on all the little things that come my way and touch me one way or the other
The Vision Ahead …
I believe I am now ready to explore the idea of compiling a book of my writings. So I would truly love to hear from those of you who have walked the path of publishing your books.
Yes there is a lot of information on the internet about publishing, but I think to listen to you my readers, and hear your individual and unique wisdom garnered from your own experiences in publishing a book as a fellow writer would add a relevant perspective.
And secondly if you could share your thoughts of my writings, it would help in understanding more of what you envision of me as a writer.
Would you care to write and share about what are the steps to publish a book? And as a reader if you have been following my posts here, what genre do you think my works could do well? It would be really nice to learn from you all. Do share your experiences, and leave tips for the road ahead in publishing a book if any. It would be certainly be a step ahead.
Every continent has become an island in itself, Every country has become a fort in itself, Every state has become a prison in itself, Every city has become a jail in itself, Every family live in confinement , Every member is confined to their solitary cell.
Afraid to travel, afraid to meet, Afraid to hug ,all in their own cell.
Nature endowed us with power to protect. Our selfish greed ,ego and pride put us in this unfathomable pit. What we have done to ourselves. In the name of research n development We have ended up in our own hell.
Never cross boundaries with Nature None can stand its powerful nature. The lessons learnt are never to forget. All long for the bygone past wandering freely in spaces vast, Celebrating occasions mingling with relations.
Humble down to Cosmic rules Simple joys will surface in our pools .
