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 We do not want to remain outdated and forever on slumber.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.
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.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Sacrifice
The keynote of life's harmony is sacrifice.
Not twice or thrice
Of will, or time, or pleasure-giving treat,
But many times
that life's chord may be sweet.
Who sacrifices most
Drinks deepest life's rich strain,
counting no cost,
But giving self on every side,
Daily and hourly sanctified,
But in the giving
Living
Is but the straining of the strings,
The growth of harmony's pure wings.
Life is the tuning time, complete
Alone when every chord is sweet
Through sacrifice. No untried string
Can music bring
True living
Is learning all about the giving.
The keynote of life's harmony is sacrifice.
Not twice or thrice
Of will, or time, or pleasure-giving treat,
But many times
that life's chord may be sweet.
Who sacrifices most
Drinks deepest life's rich strain,
counting no cost,
But giving self on every side,
Daily and hourly sanctified,
But in the giving
Living
Is but the straining of the strings,
The growth of harmony's pure wings.
Life is the tuning time, complete
Alone when every chord is sweet
Through sacrifice. No untried string
Can music bring
True living
Is learning all about the giving.
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6:25 PM
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