Friday, 19 September 2014

Lunch with God



Hi,
Let this blog find you accepting with grace various gifts of this life. Here is a short story:

A little boy wanted to meet God. He packed a bag with two sets of clothes, some cakes and started his journey. He walked a long distance and felt tired.

So he sat in a park on the way and opened a cake packet to eat. Then he noticed an old woman looking sad nearby, so he offered her a piece of cake.

She gratefully accepted it with a wide look and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy longed to see it again. After some time he offered her another piece of cake. Again, she accepted it and smiled at him.

The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As it grew dark, the boy was frightened and he got up to leave. Before he had gone more than a few steps, he ran back and gave her a hug and she kissed him with her prettiest smile.

When the boy opened the door, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you look so happy?"

He replied, "I had lunch with God."

Before, his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life!"

Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and asked, "Mom, what did you do today that made you so happy?

"She replied, "I ate cakes in the park with God." Before his son responded, she added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected."

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Remember, nobody knows how God will look like. People come into our lives for a reason, for a season, or for a lifetime. Accept all of them equally! AND LET THEM SEE GOD IN YOU!!!!
(source: anonymous)

May this story inspire you to share your day with others spreading joy & smiles.

With lots of smiles,

Rohan

To search inside or outside? A Sufi story



Hi, 
 
Let this blog find you searching for and finding bliss in life. Here is a short Sufi story by OSHO:

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One evening, Rabiya - she was a famous Sufi mystic - was searching for something on the street in front of her small hut. The sun was setting: slowly, slowly, darkness was descending. A few people gathered. They asked her: What are you doing? What have you lost? What are you searching for?

She said: “I have lost my needle.”

The people said: “Now the sun is setting and it will be very difficult to find the needle, but we will help you. Where exactly has it fallen? Because the road is big and the needle is so small. If we know the exact place it will be easier to find it.” 

Rabiya said, "It is better not to ask me that question - because in fact it has not fallen on the road at all, it has fallen inside my house."

The people started laughing and they said, "We always thought that you were a little insane! If the needle has fallen inside the house, then why are you searching on the road?"

Rabiya said, "For a simple, logical reason: Inside the house there is no light and on the outside a little light is still there."

The people laughed and started dispersing. Rabiya called them back and said, "Listen! That’s exactly what you are doing: I was just following your example. You go on seeking bliss in the outside world without asking the first and primary question: Where have I lost it? And I tell you, you have lost it inside. You are looking for it on the outside for the simple, logical reason that you senses, your ears hear outward, your hands reach outward; that's the reason why you are searching outside. Otherwise I tell you, you have not lost it there - and I tell you on my own authority. I have also searched on the outside for many many lives, and the day I looked in, I was surprised. There was no need to seek and search; it has always been within.”
(A story by OSHO)
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Warm regards,

Rohan