THE BUTTERFLY

Here comes my 1st favourite story…….

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole until it suddenly stopped making any progress and looked like it was stuck.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily, although it had a swollen body and small, shrivelled wings.

The man didn’t think anything of it and sat there waiting for the wings to enlarge to support the butterfly. But that didn’t happen. The butterfly spent the rest of it’s life unable to fly, crawling around with tiny wings and a swollen body.

Despite the kind heart of the man, he didn’t understand that the restricting cocoon and the struggle needed by the butterfly to get itself though the small opening; were god’s way of forcing fluid from the body of butterfly to it’s wings. To prepare itself for flying once it was out of the cocoon.

Moral of the story: Our struggles in our life develop our strengths. Without our struggle we never grow and we never get stronger, so it’s important for us to tackle challenges on our own, and not by relying on help from others.

LOVE…..?

Some words pass through us quickly and vanish into the air; some words go deep into our flesh and change the way we think, speak and feel. KAHLIL GIBRAN’s words definitely fall into second category. He is one of my all-time favourite poets….

I have no words to express the profound impact of his poetry on me. I want to share his words on ‘Love’ with you people.

So much of meaning in life comes from the willingness to accept and lean onto the things which make us vulnerable.

“When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.”

And here he tells us what love does to the people;

“For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

Even as he is for your growth so he is for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tender branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth”

After few lines, he explains the need for vulnerability in our lives. If you fear for your vulnerability and seek only happiness in life then u cannot laugh all your laughter and you can not weep all your tears. To know the value of them, you must experience being vulnerable.

“But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

Into the season less world where you shall laugh, but not all your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.”

And he says that we cannot direct the course of love and I absolutely agree with that…..

“And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.”

And as his lines on love shows us…..love is a process, not an outcome. If you love, let these be your desires:

“To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love,

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of living;

To rest at noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”

Hope you people love this poem too…..

_ Jahnavi Chowdary

HURRY MORNINGS

It seems the world operates at a frantic pace,and that it is only getting faster.

More communication. More technology. More to do. More to see. Always more.

I’m no different….even I rush everyday from the time I jump out of my bed in the morning but I at least take a day in a week to feel the mornings, sunrise and that beautiful energy , positive vibes  and the inspiration the mornings give us.

And today is one of those days…..oh my god….how much I  wait for this Sunday…….

Let’s take a minute to feel wind in our hair,

The feel of mist in our eyes and face,

Let the morning’s inspire us

Take in the fresh air

Think about new things,

Fly away with a breeze,

With a new set of wings.

The morning air is full of unseen angels

They not only make us forgive, they make us forget.

Why do I write??

Because I feel too much….that’s what I answer when someone asks me why do I write so much??

All this started with little things I chose to ignore. The hopelessness and the fears I kept inside me slowly scattered me into pieces. I tried to share it with people around me but very soon I became afraid of their judgement….they called me oversensitive….they called me emotionally weak….and one fine day the ‘DIARY’ happened. It felt weird at all first but it slowly became my home because it never judged me for the way I feel. That ‘DIARY’ slowly made me realize how beautiful my soul is…and made me proud of myself…

Now I feel very confident to say aloud that my sensitiveness is my strength…