None of them ask for anything but give and give from what they have. They live for each other and give lovingly what man wants. They never ask questions; nor think before giving. Then why are we not wanting to be like Nature and learn to live harmoniously with each and every being who is not different than us. Why are we not giving generously and selflessly.
Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness. Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power. We are all beautiful Souls and are all One in the eyes of God.
Before healing others, heal yourself. Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings. Start Living for Each Other that is the Rule of Nature.
I had not seen my best friend for almost 30 years. When I saw him again, this time at a hotel lobby, he was looking very ordinary. He wore simple Ankara attire. I felt touched. He walked up to me and I was glad to see him again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I could not hide it. We exchanged contact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine.
I told him I will drop him home in my brand-new Range Rover and I pointed it out to him proudly. He declined and said he had already called for his car. It looked pretty old, a 2001 Honda Accord. I invited him the next day for lunch at my house. A part of me wanted to impress him and show off my success and affluence to him.
He drove to Parkview where I lived. He looked impressed with my home. I had taken a heavy mortgage. In fact, I was heavily in debt. We had lunch. He told me he was into small business and particularly real estate. I brought up more business discussions, but he did not sound too interested. I asked him how I could help him. He said he was fine. I even told him if he was interested, I could help him secure some loans. He looked at me and smiled. He told me he would invite me over soon to his place. His old car came for him. I was grateful to God for what I had. “Fingers are not all equal”, I thought to myself. I was lucky. I worked in a good place.
Two weeks later, we went to see him in Ikeja, my wife and I. She was reluctant to come with me because she was not impressed with the man’s status. I was able to convince her that we were close friends in college. We saw the Estate. It was named as ‘Wuraola Estate’. We asked for directions to his home. Those leading us spoke his name with respect.
It was a simple but lovely home. A 4-bedroom bungalow. I saw 4 cars parked in front. We entered his home. It was simply elegant with a touch of class inside. He welcomed us warmly. Lunch was well served. His wife called him Baba Wuraola. During lunch, he asked about my Managing Director. He said they were friends. I saw a company gift on one of his tables nearby. That company owned about 38% shares where I worked. I enquired from him about it. He smiled. He told me he owned the company. He also owned the estate.
I did not know when I called him Sir, I was in awe of him too. That day, I had learnt a lesson in humility. A big one. Appearances are deceptive. He noticed my discomfort. Driving back home, I was very quiet. My wife was humbled and extremely calm. I then looked at myself thoroughly for the first time. Living on loans, heavy loans and showing off while someone who pays my salary is quite modest and living a simple life. What if I was grateful for everything that was given to me and I would not judge people according to the clothes they wear or which vehicle they are using. Successful People always have Silence & Smile on their Lips.
Shankaracharya was desperately searching for something on the street outside
his small hut. When his pupil returned
from his errand, he saw this and curiously asked the Master, “Acharya, what are
you looking for here on the street at this hour?” Shankaracharya replied, “I
lost my needle, I am looking for it.”
The pupil joined him in the search, but after searching for a while, he
asked, “Can you try and recollect where you might have dropped it?”
said, “Of course, I remember. I dropped it near the bed in the hut.” The pupil, utterly astonished at the strange
answer, said, “Acharya, you say you lost it inside the house, then why are we
looking for it outside?” Shankaracharya
innocently replied, “There is no oil left in the lamp, so it is pitch dark
inside the house. Hence, I thought of searching for it outside, since there is
enough street light here.”
While holding back his laugh, the pupil said, “If you lost your needle inside the house, how could you even expect to find it outside?” Shankaracharya simply smiled back at the pupil and said, “Isn’t that what we do? We run to far away temples and walk up mountains to search for what we have lost inside ourselves. We also go searching for peace and happiness to some far off places or to Spiritual Masters who we think can give us what we all are wanting desperately. We are always seeking outside what we have lost inside us. Why? Just because it is pitch dark inside of us. Silly, are we not?”
He then further said, “Light the lamp inside you and find your lost treasure right there in. Once you will find the light inside you, then you will realize who you were, are and always will be Eternal and Formless.There is nothing else to find but your True Self.”
–It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles.
–But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe someone dead for thousands of years across the millennia. One can write their heart out and make it into chapters and chapters that spills out on a blank sheet of paper.
–An author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head directly to you through his words and at times you are so engrossed in reading his interesting, mysterious or ghostly writings that you would not want to put down the book even for a second, as his words have totally captivated your soul. Time stops completely.
–A book need not generally be a bestseller. It has simply to appeal to the reader. Creativity is an art which is found in human beings and they can go to any imaginative levels to showcase their beautiful and amazing work in the form of Books.
–Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people from all over the Globe who never knew each other, citizens of distant historical epochs and fantastic places all around the world that are so well illustrated in a Book.
–Libraries all over the World are stacked with thousands of books written by authors for different genres. It’s a joy to be around books. One can even sip their hot coffee or tea with a refreshing croissant, or a muffin at a small corner table with a book of their choice.
–Books can never make you feel lonely. They are your best friends at times and are a part and parcel of our lives. They can guide you towards a right path and talk to you in silent words. They can even make you cry bitter tears or laugh like a crazy idiot at their jokes.
–Books break the shackles of time and space. They bring in stories of love, kindness, joy, morals, ethics, or even great historical stories on wars, hatred, fighting or bloodshed but overall a Book is proof that Humans are capable of Working Magic with their imaginative mind.