| Subject: Re: ENTERING THE PORTAL OF SPIRITUAL FREEDOM |
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Thalia
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Date Posted: 19:52:16 06/02/08 Mon
In reply to:
Mark
's message, "Re: ENTERING THE PORTAL OF SPIRITUAL FREEDOM" on 18:02:49 06/02/08 Mon
Mark,
Spiritual matters is about introspection and looking inside ourselves.
Winter is the time when everybody goes inside and summer is the time when people go out and enjoy the sun outside.
There is a time for everything and that is why there are four seasons.
In summer we look at the beauty of the sun which is like the light within us and everything is bright outside. In winter, we look at the artificial light and try to bring in our inner light. When there is a search for the inner light, we tend to go more on the spiritual forums.
For those people who are very passionate like some sportsmen, come rain or shine they will still continue to do what they love doing.
I like these poems from Gibran about Time and Children:
TIME
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
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CHILDREN
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable
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