Between your fingers you hold a stone and throw it into flowing water. The effect might not be easy to
see. There will be a small ripple where the stone breaks the surface and then a splash, muffled by the rush
of the surrounding river. That’s all.
Throw a stone into a lake. The effect will be not only visible but also far more lasting. The stone will
disrupt the still waters. A circle will form where the stone hit the water, and in a flash that circle will
multiply into another, then another. Before long the ripples caused by one plop will expand until they can
be felt everywhere along the mirrored surface of the water. Only when the circles reach the shore will
they stop and die out.
If a stone hits a river, the river will treat it as yet another commotion in its already tumultuous course.
Nothing unusual. Nothing unmanageable.
If a stone hits a lake, however, the lake will never be the same again
From The Forty rules of love
Rumi Quote #s3salim
You deserve all the love in the world
Even when it couldn’t be from me.
الالم يغير الاشخاص
“Pain changes people”
even if I get hurt again, I will love endlessly, because it what I was made for.
I am a beacon of light. I hope my light rubs off on all those it touches as we move through this peculiar world.
In my life I was always a free spirit at heart and at times confinement tore me apart.So when I go please just no burn me to ash so I rise like the phoenix.Let me go across the great unknown,on a beach or in the wind so I can be free once again let me go back in nature fly into the sunset remember me in life love me in death for I have nothing left unturned to be at peace with the place my soul started in the wind dancing.
There’s not a box that I can’t fit inside…
There’s not a cage that can contain me.
There’s not a fear that makes me want to hide…
There’s not a color that could stain me!
A sword was the greatest weaponry known to man in the 1800s. Every sword that was chosen by it’s master,had a story to forthcome. With it’s beautiful,intricate designs,the blinding shine created just by a glint of sunshine and the blazing whettedness of the sword that withdrew blood, only by a simple swipe across it’s blade; it was a true heirloom to carry forward for generations. I come to think of our minds as our swords. Just as the sword had a story to forthcome,we too have a story in the offing. Our life is like the blade of the sword,sharp at some intervals, slicing through the air with it’s magnificent strokes but,blunt at others, scraping the bark of a tree, trying to leave it’s mark. I believe that as swords have their own masters,we ourselves are our own masters. With our beautiful, entangled mind full of dreams and ambitions,that,only by the sharpening of our virtual blades,can be achieved.