On Kindness Kindle the kindness It’s the springwell of love For love is limitless Kindness generates Heartfelt abundance From one to another Creating magic in action Be it in words thoughts or deeds.
That best portion of a man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. William Wordsworth
We are strings of matter Asserting ourselves in the giant spindle of time.
A string Is meant to connect It is also to be a bridge of bonding Like a string of pearls To string is to align with a purpose.
We are divinely connected in the subtler realms To the infinite strings of matter.
Yet in the physical realm We hold the strings to many We pull these strings at times too lightly or forcefully And what was meant to be for alignment , instead creates imbalances.
The strings we hold or latch onto The strings that are passed into our hands And the strings we want to control All have a deep significance to the way we were are, we are and what our future will be…
Care to acknowledge our stringed existence in the interconnects. Aspire to untangle the threads yet value the rootedness therein.
Aim to reach beyond the shackles of being Unlearn to learn Reach beyond knowing.
Life heals as its aligns and manifests the truth of its own potential.
We are uniquely ordained by nature yet so very interconnected that we can find versions of ourselves time and time again as reflections in the resonance.
For what we see in another is a reflection of our own lives, that is unique yet self similar in manifestations .
We all duel and pass through these reflections in our lives at different times in our own special ways.
Every life has its own reason to be. A purpose of being. Every life has its own story Every life unfolds in its own way.
A flower doesn’t stop being beautiful just because somebody walks by without noticing it, nor does it cease to be fragrant if its scent is taken for granted. The flower just continues to be its glorious self: elegant, graceful, and magnificent.
Our Mother Nature has provided us with these immeasurably valuable teachers that blossom despite their short lifespan, stars that continue to shine even if we fail to stare at them, and trees that don’t take it personally if we never bow down in gratitude for the oxygen they provide.
We also have an incredible and unlimited capacity to love, but the question is: Can we do it like a flower? Without needing to be admired, adored, or even noticed? Can we open our hearts completely to give, forgive, celebrate, and joyfully live our lives without hesitation or need for reciprocity?
It seems like sometimes we go beyond taking things personally and are noticeably deflated when unappreciated. In fact, devastated, we wilt in sorrow and then attempt to guard ourselves by withholding, using all sorts of protections and defenses. We get hurt (even angry) if our boss fails to recognize an astonishing feat, if a lover pulls their hand away, or when a friend forgets our birthday. Can you imagine a flower copping an attitude for not being praised, or the moon dimming its glow because we’re too self-absorbed to notice it more often?
Make an effort to shine NO MATTER WHAT, to love unconditionally, and to be a kind and gentle soul (even when nobody is watching).
And, if you’re so inclined, hug the next tree you see and say, “Thank you!”
~ Excerpt from Buddhist Boot Camp by Timber Hawkeye
Decision is often the difference between greatness and mediocrity. In every man’s life there comes a time when he must search for a cause, a work, an ideal to which he can give himself. Whether he says ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ to the challenge will determine his future.”
Another inspiring story translation from tamil forward by my mother Anjana.
A gardener one day saw a bird’s nest in his garden. Out of curiosity he peeped inside and saw a few eggs laid inside it. Next day he was happy to see small tiny cracks on the eggshells. He realised th eggs are getting ready to hatch . His curiosity increased. For the he next few days , every day he will see the how the eggs are and happy to see the cracks getting bigger. His expectations kept on increasing. One day he saw the eggs moving and the little tiny birds were struggling inside to break open the wall and come out of their confined space . He felt sad for the birds as they have to struggle so much. He wanted to help them . So he softly made the cracks big enough to make their work easy. The next morning he went with lot of expectations to see the little birds out of the eggs without struggle. He was disappointed to see there was no change. It was same as he had kept the day before. For the next couple of days it went on. The eggs remained the same . There was no movement. Then one day he was shocked to see lot of ants all over the eggs and found all the tiny birds dead inside. His heart ached to see this . He was very sad. His friend who saw him asked the reason. When he told what had happened , his friend told, ” You are the reason for their death. Out of your love n expectation you killed them. “
“Me ? How?” “Yes , only you are responsible. When the little birds are ready to come out , their little wings and legs will move slowly giving it strength. It will break open the shell with the help of its beak n body. It is a natural process . If you had left it their way by now all the little ones must have come out and flew from their nest in a few days. A normal delivery would have happened. The gardener was shattered when he realised his folly. As parents we are doing the same to our children. We protect them with so much care and precautions to safe guard them from any pain or suffering. We fail to make them know the value of sweat, the worth of labour and the struggling path to success. We want to give them all ready in a platter. Our mentality is’ I’ve suffered a lot. My children should not’. We forget that our overprotective love will make them weak and some day when they face life with its realities , they will suffer. Let us make them walk the path and watch them grow as individuals with inner strength. When needed be there to guide. How long can they walk catching your fingers. Let them walk alone. Let them fall and learn to rise on their own. Let them make their own path . Watch them from a distance. Applaud them. This is not a bird’s story. It is a life lesson for our children.
Savvy Raj 