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. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
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.
Two ways of thinking…. Familiarity breeds contempt While the absence makes the heart fonder.
One…
All seems wonderful in the beginning As time goes by time takes its toll. Straining the togetherness Cracking apart at its seams Creating distances and gaps that grow Making the memories sustain in hope Or seek a closure in forgetfulness.
Two…
In isolation and silence Seeds of thoughts find time to germinate In both exclusion or seclusion The heart longs for companionship The thoughts turn to fond remembrances Of bygone memories of the good times Life tries to recall & recreate those times. To salvage what is left and cherish Knowing the priceless treasures it brings. Hence the absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Life moves on and finds new beginnings Yet in adaptability & flexibility Nature continues its pathway All comes a full circle. Such is the circle of life.
A short post and photograph caught my eye and I was drawn to pen a few words. https://wp.me/p7CppQ-Cc Thank you Mark Bierman for the wonderful inspiration.
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