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A very touching love story that is sure to move anyone who reads it is that of Pyramus and Thisbe. Theirs was a selfless love and they made sure that even in death, they were together. Pyramus was the most handsome man and was childhood friend of Thisbe, the fairest maiden in Babylonia. They both lived in neighboring homes and fell in love with each other as they grew up together. However, their parents were dead against them marrying each other. So one night just before the crack of dawn, while everyone was asleep, they decided to slip out of their homes and meet in the nearby fields near a mulberry tree. Thisbe reached there first. As she waited under the tree, she saw a lion coming near the spring close by to quench its thirst. Its jaws were bloody. When Thisbe saw this horrifying sight, she panicked and ran to hide in some hollow rocks nearby. As she was running, she dropped her veil. The lion came near and picked up the veil in his bloody jaws. At that moment, Pyramus reaches near the mulberry tree and sees Thisbe’s veil in the jaws of the lion. He is completely devastated. Shattered, he pierces his chest with his own sword. Unknown to what just happened, Thisbe is still hiding in the rocks due to the fear of the lion. When she comes out after sometime, she sees what her lover did to himself. She is totally shattered when she sees the sword piercing right through her lover’s chest. She also takes the sword and kills herself.

Thisbe and Pyramus   (link found here)



happy valentines day 2015



A man just got married and was returning home with his wife. They were crossing a lake in a boat, when suddenly a great storm arose. The man was a warrior, but the woman became very much afraid because it seemed almost hopeless:

The boat was small and the storm was really huge, and any moment they were going to be drowned. But the man sat silently, calm and quiet, as if nothing was happening.

The woman was trembling and she said, “Are you not afraid ?”. This may be our last moment of life! It doesn’t seem that we will be able to reach the other shore. Only some miracle can save us; otherwise death is certain. Are you not afraid? Are you mad or something? Are you a stone or something?

The man laughed and took the sword out of its sheath. The woman was even more puzzled: What he was doing? Then he brought the naked sword close to the woman’s neck, so close that just a small gap was there, it was almost touching her neck.

He said,” Are you afraid ?”

She started to laugh and said,” Why should I be afraid ?,If the sword is in your hands, why I should be afraid? I know you love me.

” He put the sword back and said, This is my answer”. I know God Loves me, and the storm is in His hands.


Happy Anniversary, Honey (by Art ~~) 

It was on our honeymoon that our love was tested. At the casino hotel, (remember) ‘You broke the shower’ (we tease each other as to who really broke the shared shower that night.) But the fact was that the hot water would not turn off since the handle was broken off. (grin)

I went to the hotel office and reported it, (I am knee-deep in hot water) since it would not take too long till the hot water run out at the rate it was coming out. (and I didn’t want the heat in my wife’s heart to turn cold, if you know what I mean) They said they would send a maintenance man to the room. We waited about thirty minutes or more till a man came knocking on the door. He came in and said he would have to get with his supervisor since he was unable to turn the water off. I explained we were on our honeymoon and would like to make these repairs quickly or if it was going to take a while could we get another room? (no rooms were available since it was valentines day)

About another thirty minutes went by when a knock came at the door and a second maintenance was there to look at the broken shower. We now had two strange men in our room on our honey moon. This man said he could not figure out how to turn the water off either, He would have to call his supervisor too. My new wife and I tried to make the best of this delay by eating strawberries and drinking sparkling white wine. (which was tasty by the way)

About an hour later a third man showed up to look at this broken shower. We now had three strange men in our honeymoon suite, huddled up in the bathroom trying to turn off the water. They finally figured out how to turn off the hot water and I finally got to have the room to my self with my new wife. I often tease my wife that it took four men in our room on our honeymoon to finally finish the job. Our marriage is based on love but tested by our patience. (Making memories is the thing that strange days are made of.)



happy valentines day





A teacher and his student were sitting down under a big tree in the park adjoining the school. The student who had been pondering deeply over something, asked the teacher :

Student : “Teacher, I’m confused how can I find my soul mate ? Can you please help me?”

The teacher was silent for a few seconds, and then he answered, “Well, it’s pretty hard and easy question. To get the answer, I want you to do something. Go to the grassland there, and just walk straight ahead without looking back. On your way, try to find a beautiful grass and pick it up then give it to me. But just one. However if you dont find the one you like, you should not walk back, but must go further ahead to find the better one”.

Student : “Well, ok teacher.”
He walks straight ahead to the grass field. A few minutes later the student comes back.

Student : “I’m back….”

Teacher : “Hmm well I don’t see any beautiful grass on your hand.”

Student : “On my journey, I found few beautiful grass, but I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn’t pick it up. But I didn’t realize that I’ve reached the end of the field, and I hadn’t pick any. Because you told me not to go back, I didn’t go back. So now I dont have even a single grass with me.”

Teacher : “Now that’s what happens in real life too, when you search for a soul mate. The grass are the people around you. Beautiful Grass are the people that attract you. And the Grass Field is Time. In looking for your soul mate, once you have found someone, don’t always compare and hope that there will be a better one. By doing so, you’ll waste your lifetime in searching for the better one. And will also lose the soul mate you already have. Because remember (“Time Never Goes Back”)…. So try to accept what he or she is.”


have a heart felt day



Nadia spent the whole autumn sowing and preparing his garden. In the spring, the flowers opened, and Nadia noticed a few dandelions that he had not planted.

Nadia pulled them up. But the seeds had already spread, and others grew. He tried to find a poison that would kill only dandelions. An expert told him that any poison would end up killing all the other flowers too. In despair, Nadia sought help from a gardener.

‘It’s just like marriage,’ said the gardener. ‘Along with the good things, there are always a few inconveniences.’

‘What should I do, then?

‘Nothing. They may not be the flowers you intended to have, but they are still part of the garden.

…..and at least they are flowers…..


marriage is a garden, the more you tend it the more beautiful it becomes. Weeds will sprout where an un-tended garden grows.


The wedding ring, a symbol that their life revolves around yours, The two complete the circle of life.


Together the newlyweds planted the seeds in the new garden. He tilled and made the rows while she poked holes and planted the seeds. Together they watered what they sowed. When the plants produced, he picked the vegetables while she would cook them and together they delighted in the meal together.

Over the years, she would go to the store and buy the vegetables and cook the meals. He may or may not be home for supper because he worked extra hours to make the income needed to pay the bills: the two cars, the insurance, clothes and shoes for the children. The garden lay barren.


I recall the story where a Monk and his disciples came to a river and bathed in the refreshing waters. Not far down river was a married couple yelling at the top of their lungs. A disciple asked, “Why do they feel the need to yell at each other when clearly they are so close.”

“When they first fell in love, their hearts were so close that they need not say a word, merely look at one another and they could relay their feelings. Over the years their hearts grew farther and farther apart to the point that now, even though they stand so close to each other they have to yell in order to be heard.”


It is simple, you get out of it what you put into it, be it a garden or be it a marriage,

 may your life be filled with Love~


An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.

Shortly, the old man received this telegram: ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!!’

At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what had happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son’s reply was: ‘Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It’s the best I could do for you, from here.’


storyhelp from prison


Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.

The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.               …. (story found here: an heroic act indeed)


one thing that is better than self-help is… helping another


The disciple said to the master: “I have spent a great deal of my life seeing things that I should not, wishing for things I should not wish for, making plans I should not be doing.”

The master invited the disciple to go for a walk.  On the path he pointed out to a plant and asked the disciple if he knew what that was.

“Belladonna.  It can kill someone who eats its leaves.” Stated the student.

The master then said, “But it cannot kill someone who only contemplates it.  In the same way the negative desires cannot cause any evil, if you do not allow yourself be seduced by them.”


When Noah was planting a vineyard, Satan appeared to him and asked permission to help him.

Satan brought first a lamb, killed it and poured its blood over the furrows.  Then he soaked the earth with lion’s blood.  Following he trapped a monkey and used his blood in the same way.  And finally it was the turn of a pig.  Then Satan explained to Noah his intentions:

When man would drink the first cup of wine he will turn sweet and happy as the lamb.  With the second cup, he will be valiant and a fighter like the lion, bragging of his power.  Then after the third cup, he will become ridicule as the monkey.  But if he drinks four or more cups he will become a repugnant pig, dirty and bestial, capable of wallowing in mud.


food for thought

How do you like your coffee? Black, with sugar, with cream or perhaps you don’t like coffee and/or prefer tea or cocoa. How do you like the bitter truth delivered to you? Would you like to hear it plain and bitter, or would you prefer it sweetened up a little bit before it is served to you. Sprinkle a bit of french vanilla over the words and make it more to your liking or just spell it out… it is what it is!

I am not a diplomat, so it eludes me why we give millions/billions of dollars to foreign countries when we have hungry and homeless people right here on our soil. (But then again…) I have not seen it yet, but I await the viewing of the movie… ‘Machine Gun Preacher’ …. based on a true story. Basically, a man who has done so many things wrong, finds religion and decides to go to Africa to help feed the hungry and finds that the food and money that is for the hungry is taken by the rebels. (This is the root of most problems with sending money to other countries) The money goes toward buying guns and funding armies. A story where one man made a difference.

Take a stand or go and sit down and have a cup of sweetened coffee. Take the bull by the horns and tame the beast or go sit down and watch the show. You have to stand for something or you’ll fall for anything. We are not the new Romans headed for a great fall, we are Americans, united and versitile. We are not a Belladonna, we are Americans where the icon is the Bald Eagle… watch us soar!

One may be but a drop of water, but banned together and we can make a wave.

(warrior of virtue and honor)



zen will not tap you on the shoulder, zen must be found


A Chinese fairy tale about the red ribbon of fate

During Tang Dynasty in China, there lived a young man named Wei Gu who lost his parents at his early age. As a bankrupt nobleman, he had been trying to improve his situation through marriage, but he failed every time because no officials were willing to marry their daughter to a poor man like him.snowy hair

One year, when he traveled to Song city, a friend suggested that he would introduce him to the daughter of the deputy mayor of the Qing He County and made an appointment with him at the forecourt of Lung Xing Temple  at daybreak next morning. Wei Gu was very anxious and woke up far before daybreak.

When he arrived at the temple, nobody was there but an old man with snowy hair and beard leaning against a large cloth bag, sitting on the step, and reading a thick book in the bright moonlight. Curious about what he is reading, Wei Gu approached the old man and took a look at the book, but to his surprise, he could not know a single character on it.

Wei Gu could not help asking the old man, “Sir, what is the book that you are reading? Why does it have so many strange characters?”

“It is a Heavenly Book. How can you read it?” the old man replied with a smile.

“Really? what is it about?”

“This is the marriage record of all the people in the world.”

Overjoyed at what he heard, Wei Gu wasted no time to ask about his marriage with the daughter of the deputy mayor of the Qing He County.

After checking his book, the old man said, “I’m afraid it won’t woke out. It is not your time. Your wife now is only three years old, and she will marry you in fourteen years.” He turned around, patting the cloth bag, and continued, “see, inside are red strings which will tie up the feet of future couples as soon as they are born. So no matter how far they are apart, or no matter how different in position, they will finally be drawn together by the red string and get married. Young man, your feet have been tied, why take all the trouble to seek your match? “

Wei Gu was very disappointed, but he was still curious about his would-be wife’s family.

The old man said, “She is the daughter of an elderly woman by the name Chen selling vegetables next to your inn. Let me show you.”

Following the old man, Wei Gu reached a shabby hut, inside which he saw that an old woman blind in one eye was carrying a little girl in her arms, and that both of them were in dirty rags.

Shocked by this, Wei Gu begged the old man, “Sir, are there any way to change my marriage?”

“I’m afraid not. It is a fate match which no one is able to change.”

“What if I kill her!” shouted Wei Gu.

The old man shook his head, “She is destined to marry you. How can you kill her”, and then he disappeared.

Wei Gu was so furious from shame that he lost his mind. Running back to his inn, taking his sword, breaking into the shabby hut, Wei Gu stabbed the little girl and then fled in the cries of the old woman.

Wei Gu did not dare to go back to his hometown, instead, he joined the army under a false name. Fourteen years later, he was appointed as a high ranking official for gallantry in combat and won recognition from the provincial governor who gave his daughter to him as a wife.

The bride was extremely beautiful and docile, thus Wei Gu loved her very much. Yet, after a few days, he found that his bride had a strange habit that she always wore a head ornament between her brows and would not take it off even when she washed her face. After his repeated requests, his bride told him the reason:

She was, in fact, not the real daughter of the governor but his niece. When she was very young, her parents passed away one after the other, and her nanny a half blind old woman raised her until his uncle adopted her. During she living with her nanny, someday a crazy man broke in and stabbed her at the middle of her brows, which did not cause bad wound but made a scar. So she had to use the ornament to cover it.

Upon hearing this, Wei Gu finally believed what the old man had said.

story source: The old man under the moon



may fate embrace you lightly this day


The exquisite Shunkai whose other name was Suzu was compelled to marry against her wishes when she was quite young. Later, after this marriage had ended, she attended the university, where she studied philosophy.

To see Shunkai was to fall in love with her. Moreover, wherever she went, she herself fell in love with others. Love was with her at the university, and afterwards, when philosophy did not satisfy her and she visited a temple to learn about Zen, the Zen students fell in love with her. Shunkai’s whole life was saturated with love.

At last in Kyoto she became a real student of Zen. Her brothers in the sub-temple of Kennin praised her sincerity. One of them proved to be a congenial spirit and assisted her in the mastery of Zen.

The abbot of Kennin, Mokurai, Silent Thunder, was severe. He kept the precepts himself and expected his priests to do so. In modern Japan whatever zeal these priests have lost of Buddhism they seem to have gained for their wives. Mokurai used to take a broom and chase the women away when he found them in any of his temples, but the more wives he swept out, the more seemed to come back.

In this particular temple the wife of the head priest became jealous of Shunkai’s earnestness and beauty. Hearing the students praise her serious Zen made this wife squirm and itch. Finally she spread a rumor about Shunkai and the young man who was her friend. As a consequence he was expelled and Shunkai was removed from the temple.

“I may have made the mistake of love,” thought Shunkai, “but the priest’s wife shall not remain in the temple either if my friend is to be treated so unjustly.”

Shunkai the same night with a can of kerosene set fire to the five-hundred-year-old temple and burned it to the ground. In the morning she found herself in the hands of the police.

A young lawyer became interested in her and endeavored to make her sentence lighter. “Do not help me,” she told him. “I might decide to do something else which would only imprison me again.”

At last a sentence of seven years was completed, and Shunkai was released from the prison, where the sixty-year-old warden had become enamored of her.

But now everyone looked upon her as a “jailbird”. No one would associate with her. Even the Zen people, who are supposed to believe in enlightenment in this life and with this body, shunned her. Zen, Shunkai found, was one thing and the followers of Zen quite another. Her relatives would have nothing to do with her. She grew sick, poor, and weak.

She met a Shinshu priest who taught her the name of the Buddha of Love, and in this Shunkai found some solace and peace of mind. She passed away when she was still exquisitely beautiful and hardly thirty years old.

She wrote her own story in a futile endeavor to support herself and some of it she told to a woman writer. So it reached the Japanese people. Those who rejected Shunkai, those who slandered and hated her, now read of her life with tears of remorse.



strengthen the body, sharpen the mind and enrich the spirit

a life without women would be like a world without the sun

have a zen filled day

“You have hardened”, said the flower, bending her petals downward toward the half stone at her roots. “These rains should have softened you, made you more fertile and receptive to the seeds of the fields; but no. You have accumulated minerals and have become more silent and full of calcium. Why do you stay here? Why do you resist the brook that gives us water?”The stone said nothing.

A number of clouds passed by, the sun set and the night arrived with an immense bronze-coloured freckled moon with acne scars upon her worn face and in this manner reflected down upon the silent stone which still had not fallen asleep. The flower, by now, had tucked-in her petals and slept profoundly, and at this time the stone began to answer:

“I stay here because your roots have made me yours. I stay here because it is no longer about my feeling the earth rather because I have become part of that which functions as a support of your stem which resists the wind and the rain. Everything changes, my sweet flower”, said the stone, “but I stay here because love is that microscopic space between your feet and my salted skin. You would only be able to feel it if destiny were ever to separate the two of us.”

The moon followed the fade of the stars. Dawn gave a yawn as the sun began to burn its horizon on the lower lip of the mouth of a new day. The flower awoke and extended her beautiful petals. “Good morning”, she said, “I dreamt that you were singing to me. How foolish of me, don’t you think?”

The stone said nothing.

‘beware the promise’
A man who was troubled in mind once swore that if his problems were solved, he would sell his house and give all the money gained from it to the poor.The time came when he realized that he must redeem his oath. But he did not want to give away so much money. So he thought of a way out.

He put the house on sale at one silve rpiece. Included with the house, however, was a cat. The price asked for this animal was ten thousand pieces of silver.

Another man bought the house and cat. The first man gave the single piece of silver to the poor, and pocketed the ten thousand for himself.




may your day be spent with friends


A grieving mother approached Buddha, carrying the body of her dead child in her arms. She begged him, “I know you can bring him back to life.”

 Buddha replied, “Death is inevitable; I cannot restore his life.” The woman was devastated, and was not prepared to accept this answer. Seeing her pain, Buddha said, “I can bring your child back to life, but only if you bring me mustard seeds from a person who has never had a death in his family.”

Hearing these words, a hope was awakened within the grieving mother’s heart. Immediately she rushed out to beg. She knocked at the first door and asked for some mustard seeds. The middle-aged lady answering the door was very kind and asked her to wait a moment. The woman asked, “There has not been a death in your family, has there?”

The lady started crying and said, “Six months ago my husband died in his sleep.” The mother was disappointed and she moved on.

The second person she approached was a young man, who said that his grandfather had passed away only a few days earlier. The third was an old woman whose grown up son and daughter-in-law had been killed in an accident. One after the other, the woman found that someone or the other had died in every family.

By the time the woman returned to Buddha, she had made peace with her son’s death. She had accepted the inevitable.



Acceptance is the key to tranquility

may acceptance come easy for you this day!


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