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Eloquent are the offerings when anointed with her perfume;
Breaking apart her treasuries giving us the morning dew.
Inches of green villus fields tickle between my toes
Tantalizing, teasing, tormenting; and terrible to impose
Oooh I want to pick the fruit from the pomegranite tree!
Watch me dance while I avoid that killer bee ; WOW
A fleet of fleecy clouds faithfully follow along with superiority
The elements eagerly entwined with humanity
How rude it is when it taunts my inner child
Let me jump higher and higher, just to touch
Cotton balls of beauty beckoning
Today can’t be the day of reckoning?
Towering tips tell the tale of a sleeping giant mighty in power.
When it blows the rage can cause a man to cower!
As evening makes his way there is more to the sight
Black birds graciously dance with grandeur into the night
Swwwwwish like the sea singing and sailing with me
Beckoning to dream
impellng to fly
releasing the wings
Before I die
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A water bearer in India had two large pots hanging from the ends of a stick which he wore over his shoulders. One of the vessels had several cracks, while the other was perfect and kept all the water at the end of long walk from the stream to the house of his employer.
When he arrived, the broken vessel contained only half the water. For two whole years this happened daily. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect as it was known for the purposes for which it was created. But the poor cracked pot was very ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable because he could only do half of what was supposed to be his duty.
After two years, the broken jar waterboy spoke to saying, “I’m ashamed and I want to apologize to you, because due to my cracks can deliver only half my load and you only get half the value that you should receive.”
The waterboy, sorry, he said sympathetically: “When I return to the home you notice the beautiful flowers that grow along the way.”
So he did the jar. And indeed, he saw many flowers all along. But anyway he was sorry because, ultimately, all that remained within him, half the water that should go.
The water carrier said to him: “Did you notice that the flowers only grow on your side of the road? I’ve always known of your cracks and wanted to take the side
positive about it. I planted flower seeds all along the way by which you and every day the’ve watered. For two years I have been able to collect these flowers to decorate the altar of my Master. If you were not exactly as you are, with all your flaws, it was not possible to create this beauty.
Each of us has its own cracks. We’re all cracked pots, but we know that there is always the possibility of exploiting the cracks to get good results. Is that in the great economy of God, nothing is wasted.
Un cargador de agua en la India tenía dos grandes vasijas que colgaban a los extremos de un palo que él llevaba encima de los hombros. Una de las vasijas
tenía varias grietas, mientras que la otra era perfecta y conservaba toda el agua, al final del largo camino a pie desde el arroyo hasta la casa de su patrón.
Cuando llegaba, la vasija rota sólo contenía la mitad del agua. Durante dos años completos esto sucedió diariamente. Desde luego, la vasija perfecta estaba muy orgullosa de sus logros, pues se sabía perfecta para los fines a los cuales fue creada. Pero la pobre vasija agrietada estaba muy avergonzada de su propia imperfección y se sentía miserable, porque sólo podía hacer la mitad de lo que se suponía era su obligación.
Después de dos años, la tinaja quebrada le habló al aguador diciéndole: “Estoy avergonzada y me quiero disculpar contigo, porque debido a mis grietas sólo puedes entregar la mitad de mi carga y sólo obtienes la mitad del valor que deberías recibir”.
El aguador, apesadumbrado, le dijo compasivamente: “Cuando regresemos a la casa quiero que notes las bellísimas flores que crecen a lo largo del camino”.
Así lo hizo la tinaja. Y en efecto, vio muchísimas flores a todo lo largo. Pero de todos modos se sintió apenada porque, al final, sólo quedaba dentro de sí, la mitad del agua que debía llevar.
El aguador le dijo entonces: “¿Te diste cuenta que las flores sólo crecen en tu lado del camino? Siempre he sabido de tus grietas y quise sacar el lado
positivo de ello. Sembré semillas de flores a todo lo largo del camino por donde vas y todos los días las has regado. Por dos años yo he podido recoger
éstas flores para decorar el altar de mi Maestro. Si no fueras exactamente como eres, con todo y tus defectos, no hubiera sido posible crear esta belleza.
Cada uno de nosotros tiene sus propias grietas. Todos somos vasijas agrietadas, pero debemos saber que siempre existe la posibilidad de aprovechar las grietas para obtener buenos resultados. Es que en la gran economía de Dios, nada se desperdicia.
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