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 We do not want to remain outdated and forever on slumber.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.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
LITTLE ROADS TO HAPPINESS
The little roads to happiness,
they are not hard to find;
They do not lead to great success -
but to a quiet mind.
They do not lead to mighty power,
nor to substantial wealth.
They bring one to a book, a flower,
a song of cheer and health.
The little roads to happiness are free
to everyone.
They lead one to the wind's caress,
to kiss of friendly sun.
These little roads are shining white,
for all the world to see;
Their sign-boards, pointing left and right,
are love and sympathy.
The little roads of happiness have this
most charming way;
No matter how they may digress throughout
the busy day;
No matter where they twist and wind
through fields of rich delight,
They're always of the self same mind to
lead us home at night.
[Wilhelmina Stitch]
The little roads to happiness,
they are not hard to find;
They do not lead to great success -
but to a quiet mind.
They do not lead to mighty power,
nor to substantial wealth.
They bring one to a book, a flower,
a song of cheer and health.
The little roads to happiness are free
to everyone.
They lead one to the wind's caress,
to kiss of friendly sun.
These little roads are shining white,
for all the world to see;
Their sign-boards, pointing left and right,
are love and sympathy.
The little roads of happiness have this
most charming way;
No matter how they may digress throughout
the busy day;
No matter where they twist and wind
through fields of rich delight,
They're always of the self same mind to
lead us home at night.
[Wilhelmina Stitch]
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