The Lamp Of Ecstasy!
Says, Tom! The boy living the next street to Mr.Robert ; Mr. Robert! I have been coming frequently to the garden where you plant seeds for newer flowers' and more blossom to sparkle, your mind when you get up early. I am deeply pleased, to be around your garden, I feel the breeze, I never did this way anytime earlier.
I wish to tell you a story, of a Lady, who lived alone like I do. It's 25 years' old story. That means this long time back, when she fell in love with beauty the nature subtends. Being alone, she so deeply dwelt her being, in the freshness of the natural brows. So much so, that she took her nature of job, as that of 'A Painter'. Painting so much, what she felt, breezed her thoughts, in the linked blooming alignments. The truthful nature of her job, made her oriented to what was no more a job, but only thing she lived for. Slowly, slowly she unthinking of herself, gave the paintings a new sort of alignments. One day she wrote,
I move to the streets, and to the swings, in the park nearby. More I think not to dream, but the love makes me embark my dreams. Where I find the flowers, rich in glow moving my expectations from life. For their love is it what calls, that daily do I then personify, making the figures of those flowers, which dance there, one dances along other way.
People came up, in huge numbers, one day and collected at one place. A cop asked as of, the reason for people being gathered? A little girl replied , that there is something in the house. Cop, asked what was it? She said, all those poor people who live in slums go inside and come out being happy. They are mostly children and women. And gather in the park, while sitting on the swings, they keep on looking the sky upwards. They even sustain the high wind blow. They people are having something very strong. So, cop being amazed and told people to go away, telling it was good if people are gleefully coming out, and going in. Maybe the master or mistress of that house give them some charity funds, for they are poor. He said that they the people were selfish for they can't see them happy. Then, he said why don't you also go inside, and come out happily. For the magic inside that house, why don't you rich people go and live few moments with the so called poor.
What is there, being rich? A man replied happiness, and went inside. One by one people went there and found, even the people called poor, or thieves were drawing their paintings. Of the clouds, of the winds, of the differentiation shown by rich people in terms of money to poor. The realities gather and they make the energies of their greatest wisdom grow. The power of the place(school) they were in and that lady, no one knows what, where she went but whoever she was she was no where seen again. People told that she, taught them to paint, and told them only way to fight criticism is to build a dream of your own as she used to make. On asking where the lady went, prospering the power of love, they told that she said, she wishes to make the love get more richer everywhere which does flow and she went on a journey to the other states. Soon, the slum was turned brilliantly to a big apartment, having wide flowery garden, blooming flower pots, blinking smiles around. Someone was architect, designing all houses, and painters were not merely painting but they made their city grow. The so called rich people by money, no one know them, because they had ego, and a few who joined the then time poor became richer and soon everyone was richer, by heart. A city, to state, to the Planet. It was love and the lady is with everyone today, in their hearts.
Flowers, taught the world to love,just don't wither as they do, but in their life they wish to convey that live with heart affable, mind thoughtful and face smiling. Make the smile glow.
Mr.Robert, said Tom, that from today everyone can shower their love on my garden, and sow seeds for the plant they want.
The main motive is to make the love propel, lead a life where, you sow seeds and satisfactorily grab your dreams and keep on loving people as by loving them, you love your life and follow pursuits to your dreams.
I wish to tell you a story, of a Lady, who lived alone like I do. It's 25 years' old story. That means this long time back, when she fell in love with beauty the nature subtends. Being alone, she so deeply dwelt her being, in the freshness of the natural brows. So much so, that she took her nature of job, as that of 'A Painter'. Painting so much, what she felt, breezed her thoughts, in the linked blooming alignments. The truthful nature of her job, made her oriented to what was no more a job, but only thing she lived for. Slowly, slowly she unthinking of herself, gave the paintings a new sort of alignments. One day she wrote,
I move to the streets, and to the swings, in the park nearby. More I think not to dream, but the love makes me embark my dreams. Where I find the flowers, rich in glow moving my expectations from life. For their love is it what calls, that daily do I then personify, making the figures of those flowers, which dance there, one dances along other way.
People came up, in huge numbers, one day and collected at one place. A cop asked as of, the reason for people being gathered? A little girl replied , that there is something in the house. Cop, asked what was it? She said, all those poor people who live in slums go inside and come out being happy. They are mostly children and women. And gather in the park, while sitting on the swings, they keep on looking the sky upwards. They even sustain the high wind blow. They people are having something very strong. So, cop being amazed and told people to go away, telling it was good if people are gleefully coming out, and going in. Maybe the master or mistress of that house give them some charity funds, for they are poor. He said that they the people were selfish for they can't see them happy. Then, he said why don't you also go inside, and come out happily. For the magic inside that house, why don't you rich people go and live few moments with the so called poor.
What is there, being rich? A man replied happiness, and went inside. One by one people went there and found, even the people called poor, or thieves were drawing their paintings. Of the clouds, of the winds, of the differentiation shown by rich people in terms of money to poor. The realities gather and they make the energies of their greatest wisdom grow. The power of the place(school) they were in and that lady, no one knows what, where she went but whoever she was she was no where seen again. People told that she, taught them to paint, and told them only way to fight criticism is to build a dream of your own as she used to make. On asking where the lady went, prospering the power of love, they told that she said, she wishes to make the love get more richer everywhere which does flow and she went on a journey to the other states. Soon, the slum was turned brilliantly to a big apartment, having wide flowery garden, blooming flower pots, blinking smiles around. Someone was architect, designing all houses, and painters were not merely painting but they made their city grow. The so called rich people by money, no one know them, because they had ego, and a few who joined the then time poor became richer and soon everyone was richer, by heart. A city, to state, to the Planet. It was love and the lady is with everyone today, in their hearts.
Flowers, taught the world to love,just don't wither as they do, but in their life they wish to convey that live with heart affable, mind thoughtful and face smiling. Make the smile glow.
Mr.Robert, said Tom, that from today everyone can shower their love on my garden, and sow seeds for the plant they want.
The main motive is to make the love propel, lead a life where, you sow seeds and satisfactorily grab your dreams and keep on loving people as by loving them, you love your life and follow pursuits to your dreams.
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