The Olive branch.. the red rose.. the blue ocean.. the color of color has never changed… red has always been red to all of us..and so has been blue, red… when my red color is not different from your red color and your red color is not different from his red color…. we do try to differentiate between you, me and him
The Sound of Rain
It is raining outside … I can smell the earth… reminds me of my childhood.. in my country.. the same sound of rain.. the same smell of earth… I am sure you have heard the sound of rain before … we all hear the same sounds.. why dont our eyes see the same things.. why dont we see the same sweet heart in every human being.. why do we see black, white and brown people.. when they all have the same heart… why dont
Which language is that?
It was a stromy night.. the wind was blowing through the tree leaves making a hustling sound.. it sounded so ghostly… you could almost feel a shadow walk in the next room.. may be it was just the shadow of a curtain,..but for that split second, your heart sank.. u missed a beat or two.. ur heart sent a message to your brain…telling you that you are scared..which language was that?????
You were walking on a sunny day.. holding the little fingers of your kid… you were enjoying the sun ..and feeling good that you are able to spend time with your kid.. you felt nice that you could afford all the luxuries of life for your kid.. and then across the road, you see a poor mom.. trying to shield her kid from the sun with her torn dress.. the kid is crying.. you do not see much hope for the kid..except that he will have to brave his life through poverty.. tears roll down your eyes as your heart sends a message to your mind..you feel your kid’s finger as you decide to donate a few clothes to charity the next day.. which language was that?????
If the heart has no language….. why do people fight over languages..lands.. race..culture…?
When the heart speaks to the brain, it talks the language of love.. then why do our eyes not speak the same language? why do we see black, white and brown… when all hearts see only a divine flame of light.. a light of hope.. a hope based on love
Looked at the land I was standing on
I looked at the land I am standing on.. and i knew that I love it.. this is not the land I was born on.. this is the land that made me what I am today.. this is the land that gave me so much of love…then i looked into the horizon..and realized that there is another land there.. the land that i was born in.. and thats in my heart too…my mom stays there..and that land is my motherland.. i love both the lands… lands that are so much apart..so much apart that people fight over lands..people lose life because of lands…people bathe in blood over land… the lands that are so much apart… separated by water in the oceans…oceans that are all joined..oceans that spread water all over..across lands..i do not know which ocean the water that keeps me alive came from.. i know that i am alive because of water..i know that i live and love other living beings because i am kept alive by this water.. water that is all in the same big ocean… oceans that meets all separate lands.. lands that we paint with our blood when we fight for it…
A small story for everyone
In a little country side, there was a little hut. When it rained, the rain water leaked in through the roof. Inside, there was a little broken bed.. a few utensils.. and a bag with clothes. This was the house of a poor man. He would make small toys from straw and sell them in the local market. Thats how he made some money… some money to feed his three boys. What you have seen so far is the poverty inside that little hut. But what I have not made obvious to you is something rich..something really really rich… five precious gems.. five precious hearts..the farmer, his wife and their three boys. If there is some thing they could share for ever and for ever, it was their love..their affection..their hope that some day they will have some money to cook a decent meal.. a decent meal that I know they will share with you even before they have their first tasty morsel of food. … This is a real small story, but did you see the big lesson….I never mentioned their names.. their race..their religion… their country..but did you feel like you loved them? If so, why dont we see the same precious hearts among people from different countries and religion.. why do we start tainting things white, black and brown…when we know that beyond the body..they are precious hearts.. living their life ..to make a decent meal and share the fruits of their labor..so make me a promise now.. when you see somebody next time, you will remember this story.. and you will not see the person.. you will see the heart!!!!
