How do we see ourself in Mirrors?

The House of 1000 Mirrors

Long ago in a small, far away village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the house, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."

All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

Japanese Folktale

The Girl I Used to Be

She came tonight as I sat alone,
the girl I used to be,
And she gazed at me with her earnest eyes,
and questioned reproachfully,
Have you forgotten the many plans,
and hopes I had for you?
The great career,
the splendid fame,
all the wonderful things to do?
Where is the mansion of stately height,
with all of its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you,
and the shining jewels in your hair?
And as she spoke,
I was very sad,
for I wanted her pleased with me,
This slender girl from the shadowy past,
the girl I used to be.

So gently rising,
I took her hand and guided her up the stairs,
Where peacefully sleeping,
my babies lay, innocent, sweet and fair,
And I told her that these are my only gems,
and precious they are to me,
That silken robe is my motherhood,
of costly simplicity,
And my mansion of stately height is love,
and the only career I know,
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls,
for the dear ones who come and go,
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
she smiled through her tears at me,
And I saw the woman that I am now,
pleased the girl that I used to be.

Aurthor Unknown

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

Dear...Spanzy I will always remember you and love you...I hope you find Buddy and get together with him to play and run around. Sai Ram!!

"Do not believe solely in what the eyes see."

There is great abundance in life and we are blessed beyond what the economy, our businesses, and our trials try to tell us. If we still ourselves long enough to close our eyes, our hearts tell us that there are only a few things in life that have meaning for eternity and bring lasting fulfillment. Look for those things and life becomes alive again and again and again!

Deeds

I never fed water to thirsty, what is the point of giving out holy water.
I never helped people who have fallen, what is the point in shedding tears.

-I went to temple and prayed to god, as I prayed this thought came in my mind:
I never respected my mother & father then what is the point of praying in temple

-I went to religious gathering to hear gods words, as I was hearing Gods words a thought came in my mind:
I took birth as a human being but never took time to do good deed for humans, then what the point to be born as a human being.

-I donated a lot and prayed a lot, while I was donating, a thought came in my mind:
I never fed food to hungry – then what is the point of making donations.

-I went to take a dip in holy water and as I was taking a dip in holly water a thought came in my mind:
I washed my body off all the dirt, but didn’t wash my soul off all the sins, then what is the point of taking dip in holy water.

-I read bible, I read Koran and I read Gita, when I was reading the holy books a thought came in my mind:
I never shared the knowledge with anybody then what is the point of being called a scholar.

When you never got blessing from your elders and never did good deeds for mankind, then what is the point of going to holy places as you are not even close to getting to God.

By getting the blessing of the elders & doing good deeds for mankind is the only way to get to God.

PAA

I Miss You, Dad!!


I'm usually an upbeat, happy go lucky person, so I've been confused these past few days by a feeling of deep depression. Everything in my life is great, so why am I feeling physically lethargic, mentally drained and sad?

As I thought this situation, I realized that this is the time of year when my father passed away. I vividly recollect every moment; every memory. Flashbacks of sacrifices he made to keep us happy and safe - I remember how he got hurt badly in a scooter accident, but held me between his knees so I would not get hurt. I remember his devotion towards his parents.

Twenty nine years ago, on December 17 1980, the loving, wonderful man who had always been my rock, suddenly let go and moved on – without any warning, without kissing us goodbye, without telling us one last time how much he loved us – till this day I miss his hugs and his firm but gentle voice. He was only 42 years old, had lived a great life as a son, husband and father. I wasn't, and still am not ready to accept that he is gone. I've gone on with my life, but not a day passes when I don't think of his amazing smile, something I forgot to ask him, share successes and failures with him, wish we could laugh together, go horse back riding or I could receive his wise counsel on a troubling matter and changing relationships.

Even though I miss him every day, I'm usually able to enjoy my life and function just fine. However, each year around this time my subconscious reminds my body that it's a time of grief, and I feel "down" for a week or so.

Once I identify what's going on, I can relax, be gentle with myself, and get on with things. Still, it's disconcerting until I remember that I'm reliving my grief over having an empty space where my father should be. What always amazes me is that my subconscious and body remember, even when my conscious mind is focused elsewhere.

So, this month I'm reflecting on my father, and all the people who were physically in my life and are now in my heart. I'm also reflecting on how incredible the human mind/body connection is, and how grateful I am that they help remind me of the important stuff

Dad, I miss you and love you forever and more!