Tuesday, 6 May 2014

I read this on Facebook tonight and just found it so profound, I had to share it.


A Hindu Saint who was visiting the River Ganges to take a bath found a group of family members  on the bank, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples, smiled and asked

“Why do people shout in anger at one another?”

The disciples thought for a while and then one of them said “Because we lose our calm, we shout.”

“But why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can just as well tell him what you want to say in a soft manner.”  asked the Saint.

The disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples.

Finally the Saint explained:

“When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.

“What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either non-existent or very small.”

The Saint continued “When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close people get when they love each other.”

He looked at his disciples and said “So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant. Do not say words that distant each other more. Or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.

A Seed Pod on the Head


One sunny day, the Old Woman  walked out onto the balcony at the back of the house to shake the crumbs off the tablecloth. She always shook the crumbs out onto the lawn for the ants and anyone else who felt like a crumb or two.

Down at the back of the garden she could see some of the big crows. They were on the fences and on the shed roof and they were having a fine old conversation.





The two little fluffy dogs came trotting along from the house at the back fence to see what all the commotion was about. They wandered to and fro, just looking up at the crows. The crows peered down at them and passed a few comments about their fluffy coats.



Suddenly, the big crow had a good idea! He hopped sideways along the fence and picked up a jacaranda seedpod that had fallen.

 Then he hopped back again and very carefully dropped that seedpod on the head of one of the dogs! The little dog jumped in fright and all the crows laughed fit to fluff their feathers!