The Running Stream

How does the human spirit survive and even thrive in chaos? What does change means to you? We rarely put action to these questions. We focus merely on the peripheral level. We look at the stream and its running water, the constant change and the flowing stream indicate the activities of time. We do not want to remain outdated and forever on slumber. The running stream is a metaphor and our life is the real score. We discover and experience the goal of a lifetime. Welcome to my world.

The answer to quest is persistence

You are like a man who wants to find the living water.
He digs three feet here ,and three feet there, and three feet in another place, and so on. He never comes to the living water.
You must stay in one place and dig deep. You must be faithful
to one practice if you want to reach the living water.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

FRIENDS

Friends are like the sturdy oaks that rustle in the breeze
when summer suns are gone ... Like the boughs of spicy
evergreens pressed against our lives to shelter from
the wintry blast ... Friends are like low blooming flowers
that break at spring to light our path ... Like the perfumed
roses dropping petals of happiness around our door ...
Friends are like green mosses clinging close to running brooks
... Like the flowing streams spreading their moisture along
the fields and asking no reward or pay ... Friends are like
the shady nooks giving sweet release at evening's hush ...
Like the broad expanse of softest green and copper bronze
to delight the eye ... Friends are like the gentle whisperings
of a love divine ... Forgiving and forgetting without a tinge
of blame. (Bertha Keiningham)
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