MY DADS HAND

DAD THIS IS DELICATE TO U

Bedtime came, we were settling down,
I was holding one of my lads.
As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight:
My hands... they looked like my dad's!

I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks,
there was always a cracked nail or two.
And thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark,
his thumb was a beautiful blue!

They were rough, I remember, incredibly tough,
as strong as a carpenter's vice.
But holding a scared little boy at night,
they seemed to me awfully nice!

The sight of those hands - how impressive it was
in the eyes of his little boy.
Other dads' hands were cleaner, it seemed
(the effects of their office employ).

I gave little thought in my formative years
of the reason for Dad's raspy mitts:
The love in the toil, the dirt and the oil,
rusty plumbing that gave those hands fits!

Thinking back, misty-eyed, and thinking ahead,
when one day my time is done.
The torch of love in my own wrinkled hands
will pass on to the hands of my son.

I don't mind the bruises, the scars here and there
or the hammer that just seemed to slip.
I want most of all when my son takes my hand,
to feel that love lies in the grip.

Friends and Motives

Have been hanging out with my best friend everyday and, having a great time - how about you? Friends are like eating from a box of chocolates, with your eyes closed, never know what you'll get! Actually, stick with the box of chocolates! Seriously, friends come on all different levels of connecting from the friend you say hi to, to the one that is bonded to you under all circumstances

Its a lot about positioning friends either close or just as hello friends Being too close can create expectations that may not be forthcoming. Few are even their own best friend and, will likely treat you no better than they treat themselves. Value friends and value acquaintances, through discernment consider which friends are better as acquaintances and which acquaintances are better as friends.

Be your own best friend and always and solace in that as people come and go throughout life lling the memories with joy and yet, sometimes with disappointment. Always know that many have motives for friendship and not all motives are bad, but some will prove to amount to false friendships once the motive, conscious or unconscious, is fulfilled or, was an illusion anyway.

The open of heart with no motives but sincere friendship, become vulnerable to what may amount to vulture friends who pick at what satisfies them until they and no more of what that was.

Fair weather friends are as common as leaves on a tree that eventually turn color and fall off. As one loves oneself more, attracting fair weather friends becomes minimized.

close friends are treasures to be valued. Lovers and relatives are best as ongoing friends but, some become acquaintances or perhaps even strangers as does happen with friends in general. Often friends are for a time and place and, open doors to gifts in the moment and, may pave the way to a very different future.

Divine friends are found in all the many qualities of love, be it compassion, sensitivity, and all heartfelt blessings.

I Think Of You

When the breeze kisses the flowers,
When the earth gets the first showers,
When the birds chirp melodious songs,
When I feel lonely among the throngs,
I think of you hours after hours...

When the glistening stars whisper at night,
When the silvery moon throws upon us light,
When the emerald leaves murmur in serenity,
When the clouds float in the sky of divinity,
I think of you with passions bright.

When, in the sky, the rainbows arch in pride,
When, over the hills, the fountains glide,
When the confident roses spread their scent,
When the twilight becomes crescent,
I think of you craving to be your bride.

The Law of Seed

A very interesting story about the law of seed. Whenever you are feeling down because of failures and mistakes you made in life, do take time out to think about this law of seed. I am sure it will make you feel much better and ready to get up and get going.

The Law of the Seed

Take a look at an apple tree. There might be five hundred apples
on the tree, each with ten seeds.

That's a lot of seeds! We might ask, "Why would you need so many
seeds to grow just a few more trees?"

Nature has something to teach us here. It's telling us: "Most
seeds never grow. So if you really want to make something happen,
you had better try more than once."

This might mean:

You'll attend twenty interviews to get one job.
You'll interview forty people to find one good employee.
You'll talk to fifty people to sell one house, car, vacuum
cleaner, insurance policy, idea.
And you might meet a hundred acquaintances to find
one special friend.
When we understand the "Law of the Seed", we don't
get so disappointed. We stop feeling like victims.
Laws of nature are not things to take personally.
We just need to understand them - and work with them.

IN A NUTSHELL

"Successful people fail more often. They plant more seeds."

Personal Perception

Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be
another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On
the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride
on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on
the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and
commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride
on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife
quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.

 

Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How
can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no
gentleman."
The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey.
Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you
hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing
that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey
and carried it on their shoulders.

 

It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the
donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell
into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will
everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will
be in the future.

 

Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is
clear..

 

I wish you enough

Recently at chennai I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the
mother said "I love you and I wish you enough." The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together
has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom."
They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she
wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by
asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"
"Yes, I have," I replied.
"Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?"
"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip
back will be for my funeral" she said.
"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?"
She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents
used to say it to everyone." She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in >
detail and she smiled even more. "When we said 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person
to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them."

Then turning toward me she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory:
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

She then began to cry and walked away.

Then i came to know the meaning of it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them,a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them . . .

Think

A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement,
his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint.
The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy’s
hands into a pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed
his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the
crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy’s
hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs,
he innocently said, “Daddy, I’m sorry about your truck.” Then he asked,
“but when are my fingers going to grow back..?”
The father went home and committed suicide.

Think about the story the next time you see someone spilled milk at a
dinner table or hear a baby cry. Think first before you lose your patience
and become angry with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired.
Broken bones and hurt feelings often cannot. Too often we fail to recognize
the difference between the person and the performance. People make mistakes.
We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage
will haunt us forever. Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient..

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY, BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE CRUEL . . .