Before You Leave Come Say Bye

“Before you leave come say bye,”

Said the old man

To the young boy.

Good friends they became

Just like the Little Prince visiting the plane-wrecked Antoine Saint Exupery.

Was it accident that this young boy

Landed on the 3rd Planet in the Solar System?

Gravity has its own ways to pull people together,

And separating them.

The young boy learned that he had to leave soon

So hurriedly he rushed to say bye to the village community

And the old man in it.

But just as Gravity pulls people together,

It also pulls them apart

Making it hard to say bye.

Adding to this challenge,

People decomposed fast in this world

Like old ‘mushed’ paper

People got old and decomposed.

It was hard to say goodbye,

Somehow gravity was pulling them apart,

And the old man was decomposing like paper.

 

Paper like people

In a paper like world.

At first we stand straight and young

But soon we become old and curled.

Like balls of ‘mushed’ paper,

People and planets spin around

Joined and separated by the force of gravity.

 

Oh world,

Impermanent world,

You throw us together

And separate us

We are born,

We age,

We die,

Not having time to say a proper goodbye.

 

Remember as the body dies,

The soul lives on forever with God.

(So light up the spark of Love right here, right now, and Be with God.)

The Horse Owner

Once upon a time there was a horse owner who lost all his horses. Very sad and lonely, he went for a walk into the forest and stumbled upon a strong dark horse lost in it. This horse was stronger and taller than all his previous horses. The horse looked lost and confused in the forest so the horse owner tried to go help it. The horse owner approached the dark horse and tamed it with his kindness. Soon the horse started to follow and work for him. The owner could ride this horse everywhere at very fast speed. This dark horse would work very hard to follow any of the owner’s orders and the owner would praise and reward the horse for its hard work. Time went on, and the owner and the horse developed a relationship. Yet the dark horse had one very bad quality. It was very jealous and always wanted the owner to have full attention on it. Everytime the owner would ride another horse or even be friendly towards another horse, the dark horse would get very jealous and angry. And when the owner would try to ride the dark horse again, this horse would show its anger to the owner—the horse would jump around, go very fast, suddenly stop and make the owner fall and get hurt. The owner—sad, hurt and terrified didn’t know how to deal with the horse… Should I continue riding this horse? Should I run away from this horse? Should I find a new horse? This dark horse was very strong, powerful and scary so the owner didn’t know how to deal with it. Very worried, the owner got very sad and sick. Until one day, the owner realized that although he had lost all his horses, he still had lots of friends and relatives who really loved him and are ready to help him. Then the owner went to seek for help from his close friends and relatives and together they found a solution for ways to deal with the dark horse. You can still be friends with the dark horse but you can’t let it control your life. You can live without a horse but can’t live without your loved friends and relatives.

I dedicate this story to all those who suffer from their personal dark horses. Be strong, don’t be afraid and remember your close friends, teachers and/or relatives are there for you. Take the initiative, talk to them and they will help out. Stay strong and have faith.

Reflections On A Train

Life is like sitting on a train backwards facing

Not knowing when we will reach our destination,

Death.

The final destination.

After sometime the train resumes its journey back to its departing station.

Back and forth it goes.

Carrying an uncertain number of passengers,

All from different backgrounds:

Rich, poor, young, old, students, teachers, buyers, sellers…

 

On a bench sat a man,

Dressed in a shirt and pants like a middle class worker.

He took out a chopping board,

He must be a chef and he is trying to save time by chopping things here in the train,

Thought the mind,

And the man started chopping onions and boiled potatoes,

How fast and skilled he chopped

Finely dressed and finely chopped

What a skill!

Had a concentrated look in his eyes

Some contentment in his heart

Yet sometimes his mind wandered off

Should I be doing something else?

But chopping he continued

Is he going to take these vegetables home and cook?

Soon he finished his skillful job.

 

What is this man doing?

And he pulled out his muri (puffed rice) snack kit,

Dangerous kit this was,

A big metal box with lots of muri,

And different small containers of spices and condiments like

Boiled chickpeas, coconut strips and bujia (crispy fried snack with masala)

Everything danced around like it was Holi—the festival of colors

Customers saw this,

Desire arose,

And the maestro started his symphony,

His little spoon worked like a baton stick

Conducting a synaesthetic symphony of

Sounds, colors, smells, flavors and textures.

What a masterpiece!

He was not just a muri wallah (person associated with a specific job or service)

As many people would think.

He was a man selling completeness in life

(Althought he had his short mind wanderings and doubts with it,)

He was able to experience the ecstatic joy of concentration and sense of purpose in life.

He was a teacher,

Spreading the message that

No job is too small and no job is too big.

As long as you are mindful while performing it and pour Love into it,

Doing it as selfless service to others,

You become closer to God and to find fullness in life.

Just like a farmer who plows and works on his field,

You will soon reap the benefits from it.

Let Love spring forth from your Heart when you perform your job

Or else go find a new one that allows you to do so.

Life is short

Like a play

You find your role and perform it.

In the end,

All there is or isn’t

It’s just a child’s play…