Friday, May 10, 2013

The Chicken And The Eagle

An eagle found an egg and brought the egg to its nest. The egg hatched into a chick at the same time with the eagle's own egg. The eagle raised the chick just like one of its own. The chick and eaglet grew together.

Soon enough, the young eagle asked to be taught how to fly. The eagle agree and without any troubles the young eagle was able to fly. The young eagle flew happily covering the surrounding sky while the young chicken watched.

Not long after, the young chicken asked the eagle to be taught to fly just like its so known sibling. To this request the eagle told the young chicken that it needed not to worry about flying, and in time the eagle would teach how to fly. Day after day the young chicken kept on bringing the issue, but the eagle always gave the same answer.

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A chicken found an egg and brought the egg to its nest.  The egg hatched into an eaglet at the same time with the chicken's own egg. The chicken raised the eaglet just like one of its own. The eaglet and chick grew together.

Soon enough, the young eagle asked to be taught how to fly. To this request the chicken told the young eagle that it needed not to worry about flying, and in time the chicken would teach how to fly. Day after day the young eagle kept on bringing the issue, but the chicken always gave the same answer.
 

Thursday, April 25, 2013

A Ravens Eye

Our Eyes often wonder about Misjudging

the things we see Forever altering the sanity of what

we all Believe Darker than Light

I aim to Achieve

The Ravens Eye

I wish to Flee Forsake me not

for I Have Sinned Forsake

me for where I have purposely not been

against the bird of death’s cold and chained

Skin dreary doubt

Lurks inside hiding deep within Seeing

Clearly both inside you and your rapturous Evil

Grin I Take comfort in

having you To Protect me from Myself,

My one True Friend Against the Midnight

Hour shall my fears crash and burn

in such a collision Forsake me

if you wish But my aspirations are not mine

for indecision Escape with me to Vanity

and Let illuminating

thoughts set you free Never

again will I let The Ravens eyes persuade

me to my Knees





Original Poem by: William Shane Ellis

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Wisdom of Sufi

Appearance

One day a Sufi went to a banquet. As he was dressed rather shabbily, no one let him in.

So he ran home, put on his best robe and fur coat and returned. Immediately, the host came over, greeted him and ushered him to the head of an elaborate banquet table.

When the food was served, the Sufi took some soup with spoon and pushed it to the his fur coat and said, Eat my fur coat, eat! It's obvious that you're the real guest of honor today, not me!

Pleasure

"O People! Shouted Nasrudin, running through the streets of his village, "Know that I have lost my donkey. Anyone who brings it back will be given the donkey as a reward!"
"You must be mad," said some spectators to this strange event.
"Not at all, said Nasrudin; do you not know that the pleasure which you get when you find something lost is greater than the joy of possessing it?"

Superiority

Mulla Nasrudin used to stand in the street on market-days, to be pointed out as an idiot. No matter how often people offered him a large and a small coin, he always chose the smaller piece.

One day a kindly man said to him: Nasrudin, you should take the bigger coin. Then you will have more money and people will no longer be able to make a laughing stock of you.
That may be true, said Nasrudin, but if I always take the larger, people will stop offering me money to prove that I am more idiotic than they are. Then I would have no money at all.

Wealth

One evening before bed, Nasruddin prayed for a financial deliverance. "I must have ten gold pieces to pay off all my debts," he whispered in his prayers. "Nine will not do. Eleven, more than I need. Ten, God willing, would be perfect."

Nasruddin fell into the most wonderful dream: he found himself kneeling and holding out his hands before a fabulous angel, who was smiling beatifically. The angel was holding a large pot full of gold, from which she took out one gold coin after another, counting each piece as she placed it in Nasruddin’s outstretched fingers, "One … two … three …"

The gold pot was so large and full, and the angel so generous! With each coin that fell into Nasruddin’s cupped hands, he felt a thrilling rush of grace course through his body.

"Four … five … six …," continued the honey-voiced divinity as the gold coins landed happily in Nasruddin’s palms. With each clink of the metal coins, he experienced a surge of ecstatic energy. It was almost too much! Could he withstand yet even more blessings?

"Seven … eight … nine …" Nasruddin counted with the angel. "Ten! I got all ten! They are mine!" he shouted jubilantly, finding himself wide awake with his arms outstretched, his hands clutched heavenward, but his palms bare.

Finding his fortune vanished, Nasruddin immediately lay down under the covers and pretended to sleep again. He shut his eyes tight and held up his hands, saying, "Okay, divine angel — I’ll settle for nine!"

People

Nasruddin and his son, Ahmet, were taking a trip with Karakacan, their faithful little grey donkey, the son riding while the Mullah walked alongside. As some strangers encountered them on the road, one man admonished Nasruddin’s son, "Look at you, a healthy young man, letting your aging father walk. Why, the old man looks like he’s about to have heatstroke. That’s today’s youth for you — indolent and disrespectful."

After they passed out of sight and earshot of the men, the boy felt very ashamed and got off the donkey. He insisted that his father ride while he walked, and so they went and everything was fine for a while.

Farther along they met a group of women sitting by the road. They clucked their tongues and complained loudly, "Look at that — the lazy father rides the donkey and makes the little boy walk, on a hot day like this. How cruel and unfair is that?"

Embarrassed by the women’s comments, Nasruddin pulled his boy up to ride on the donkey with him, and they traveled like that for a while in silent dread of the next encounter.

Before long they approached some villagers, and one piped up, "What a shame! I feel sorry for that abused little donkey — carrying both of those grown men in this blazing heat. They are surely going to break its back. The poor beast looks almost ready to collapse."

After this group passed, Nasruddin stopped the donkey, dismounted, and helped Ahmet get off. He grasped both his son’s hand and the donkey’s rein and declared, exasperated, "Now nobody can complain," and they resumed their journey.

At the next village, they walked by a shop where several men were standing. When the men saw the trio trudging along on eight legs, they laughed and pointed, taunting them, "Look at those stupid fools — walking in this heat with a perfectly good donkey they could ride! Don’t they have any brains at all?"

Nasruddin turned to Ahmet and said, "This just goes to show you, my boy, about the wicked criticism of people whom you don’t know. Everyone has an opinion and is quick to share it with you — but there is no pleasing anyone in this world. Therefore, you may as well just do as you wish."

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Why Me ?

Arthur Robert Ashe, Jr. (July 10, 1943 – February 6, 1993) was a World No. 1 professional tennis player. He won three Grand Slam titles -US Open (1968), Australia Open (1970), and Wimbledon (1975)-, ranking him among the best tennis players from the United States.

Ashe, an African American, was the first black player ever selected to the United States Davis Cup team and the only black man ever to win the singles title at Wimbledon, the US Open, and the Australian Open.

In the late 1980s, Ashe contracted HIV from a blood transfusion he received during heart bypass surgery.

One of his fan wrote to him, "Why did God choose you to have it (HIV)?"

Ashe answered, "In this world there are :
50 millions kids want to play tennis,
5 millions of them get to learn to play tennis,
500 thousands of them get to learn to play tennis professionally,
50 thousands of them get enter the field to play,
5000 make it to Grandslams,
50 make it to Wimbledon,
4 play at the semifinal,
2 play at the final,
and when I held the Wimbledon trophy, I did not ask God, 'Why me?'
So, even in my condition right now, I shouldn't ask Him, 'Why me?'

Ashe founded the Arthur Ashe Foundation for the Defeat of AIDS and the Arthur Ashe Institute for Urban Health to to educate others about HIV and AIDS before his death.

On June 20, 1993, Ashe was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Bill Clinton.

Source: Wikipedia

Friday, January 11, 2013

Beautiful Prayer

A running championship for kids was held that morning. The sky was clear and the air was most fresh. Stands were crowded with spectators. Contestants lined up and prepared themselves just behind the starting line. One was seen clasping both her hands muttering an unheard prayer.


The whistle was blown and the contestants started run with all their might toward the finish line. In a tight race, the girl who prayed turned out to be the star that morning. She crossed the finish line first and won the championship.


At the medal ceremony she was asked if she was glad that her prayer was answered. She said that she was happy and said that she did not pray to win. She thought that it would not be fair to pray and ask God to make her victorious and beat all other contestants.


She was then asked what her prayer was about. She answered she asked God to give her strength, so that she would not cry if she lost the race.