A monk decided to meditate alone, away from his monastery. He took his boat out to the middle of the lake, moored it there, closed his eyes and began meditating. After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly felt the bump of another boat colliding with his own.
With his eyes still closed, he felt his anger rising, and by the time he opened his eyes, he was ready to scream at the boatman who had so carelessly disturbed his meditation.
But when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that it was an empty boat that had struck his own.
It had probably gotten untethered and floated to the middle of the lake.
At that moment, the monk had a great realization.
“He understood that the anger was within him;
it merely needed the bump of an external object to provoke it out of him.”
From then on, whenever he came across someone who irritated him or provoked him to anger,
he would remind himself, that the other person was merely an empty boat,
the anger was within him.
“After mankind gave supremacy to the intellect,
both parts of the brain, which originally were the same, changed.
That part meant to assimilate spiritual vibrations
was neglected and suppressed,
until it finally became completely atrophied.
Today this part of the brain is called the cerebellum.”
“Often, when you are on the spiritual path,
there is a war that goes on between the person you once were
and the person you are becoming.
The old you is comfortable with the way things were and are.
The new you views problems as challenges,
knowing that with every problem comes the solution.”
“Are you aware your spirit needs to be fed?
Did you know that your spirit would be delighted to partake in a feast of spiritual food?
How about a plate full of prayer?
What about some forgiveness a la mode, topped with compassion?
Or a few hours of succulent self-reflection.
You cannot imagine how much your spirit would enjoy it.”
Living my life on my own terms and conditions, I've celebrated life at every given opportunity. Here I take the opportunity to share a few of my experiences in form of poems, short stories or articles.