The potter puts his pot in the sun to dry. Haven't you noticed that among them there are both baked and unbaked ones? When a cow happens to walk over them, some of the pots get broken to pieces. The broken pots that are already baked, the potter throws away, since they are of no more use to him. But the soft ones, though broken, he gathers up. He makes them into a lump and out of this forms new pots. In the same way so long as a man has not realised God, he will have to come back to the potter's hand, that is, he will have to be born again and again.
- Sri Ramakrishna
Showing posts with label god. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Where is GOD?
Man has failed, not God. Man has not applied the laws of ethics and morality to solve the problems of human relationships. We praise the spiritual ideas of our prophets but ignore them. We build churches and temples to his glory but we keep far from them. Having abandoned God, why should we ask 'Where is GOD?'
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Fear killed the rest
A peasant was driving into a town. An old woman standing on the road asked him to take her up and drive her into the town with him. She sat next to him and as they drove along, he asked her who she was. The woman with a twinkle in her eyes told him that she was the CHOLERA. The peasant then ordered her out of his cart, but she assured him that in the town she would kill only ten persons.
Next moment she handed him a dagger and told him that if she killed more than ten, he was at liberty to kill her. The peasant later found in the town more than a hundred perished with the cholera. The angry peasant meeting the woman on the street, drew his dagger and was about to kill her.
The old woman calmly lifted her hand and told him, "I killed only ten, but fear killed the rest."
Next moment she handed him a dagger and told him that if she killed more than ten, he was at liberty to kill her. The peasant later found in the town more than a hundred perished with the cholera. The angry peasant meeting the woman on the street, drew his dagger and was about to kill her.
The old woman calmly lifted her hand and told him, "I killed only ten, but fear killed the rest."
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Jealousy kills Justice
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives, families, their homes, their jobs, and where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see from the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the colourful activity of the outside world.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man said. ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every colour of rainbow, grand old trees graced the landscape and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in distance. As the man by the window described all this in clear detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the beautiful scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window explained it with descriptive words. unexpectedly an ugly thought entered his head: 'why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything.'
It did not seem fair. As the thought became intense the man felt ashamed first. But as the day passed and he missed seeing more sights, he was envious of the other patient. He began to dislike him and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window- this thought now controlled his life.
Late one night as he lay starring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was chocking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window searched for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which could have brought the nurse running. Within five minutes the coughing and chocking stopped along with the sound of breathing. Now there was only silence.
The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths, when she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendents to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved to the window. The nurse was happy to make the shifting and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully he pushed himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. He wept endlessly while realising that the other man weaved lovely scenes of imagination to keep him happy.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives, families, their homes, their jobs, and where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see from the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the colourful activity of the outside world.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man said. ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every colour of rainbow, grand old trees graced the landscape and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in distance. As the man by the window described all this in clear detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the beautiful scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window explained it with descriptive words. unexpectedly an ugly thought entered his head: 'why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything.'
It did not seem fair. As the thought became intense the man felt ashamed first. But as the day passed and he missed seeing more sights, he was envious of the other patient. He began to dislike him and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window- this thought now controlled his life.
Late one night as he lay starring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was chocking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window searched for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which could have brought the nurse running. Within five minutes the coughing and chocking stopped along with the sound of breathing. Now there was only silence.
The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths, when she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendents to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved to the window. The nurse was happy to make the shifting and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully he pushed himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. He wept endlessly while realising that the other man weaved lovely scenes of imagination to keep him happy.
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