FEAR By Khalil Gibran

It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.

She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.

And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.

But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.

Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.

The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.

Thought of the Week – 17th February 2020

If I were called upon to state in a few words the essence of everything I was trying to say both as a novelist and as a preacher, it would be something like this: Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis, all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
—FREDERICK BUECHNER

The quality of your life depends on the seeds you water.

Your  mind is like a piece of land planted with many different kinds of seeds: seeds of joy, peace, mindfulness, understanding, and love; seeds of craving, anger, fear, hate, and forgetfulness. These wholesome and unwholesome seeds are always there, sleeping in the soil of your mind. The quality of your life depends on the seeds you water.

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Whatever Transformative Experience , Questions emerge often clamoring for Attention

“We are like a chick, afraid to break through
the ever-so-thin shell of the
already outgrown and painfully confining egg.”

Whatever Transformative Experience , Questions emerge often clamoring for Attention:

Who am I beyond the functions I’ve served?

Where have my past habits of body and mind, enacted throughout the decades of my life, led me in terms of peace and happiness?

Who am I when the habits of a lifetime are stripped away?

Who am I beyond the persona I’ve presented to the world and to myself? Who am I, bare?

 What really matters at this point in my life?

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