PKay Reflections

  Abou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt   Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold:— Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, “What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.” “And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,” Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”   The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.   Leigh Hunt (1784 – 1859) was a poet, essayist and critic, but is best remembered today as a friend of Byron, Shelley and Keats. He a

  The Parable of Brother Leo   "Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves."   Michael Josephson tells about "an old legend ... of a monastery in France well-known throughout Europe because of the extraordinary leadership of a man known only as Brother Leo. Several monks began a pilgrimage to visit Brother Leo to learn from him. Almost immediately the monks began to bicker as to who should do various chores.   "On the third day they met another monk who was also going to the monastery and he joined their party. This monk never complained or shirked a duty, and whenever the others would fight over a chore, he would gracefully volunteer and simply do it himself. By the last day the other monks were following his example, and they worked together smoothly.   "When they reached the monastery and asked to see Brother Leo, the man who greeted them laughed. 'But our brother is among you!' And he pointed to the fello

This poem is beyond all relationships But made for us all   When I'm dead. Your tears will flow But I won't know Cry with me now instead!   You will send flowers, but I won't see Send them now instead   You'll say words of praise, but I won't hear.. Praise me now instead!   You'll forget my faults, but I won't know..... Forget them now, instead!   You'll miss me then, but I won't feel... Miss me now, instead   You'll wish you could have spent more time with me,... Spend it now instead!   When you hear I'm gone, you'll find your way to my house to pay condolence but we haven't even spoken in years.... Please look for me now!!     “Spend time with every person around you, and help them with whatever you have to make them happy!! - your families, friends, acquaintance..... Make them feel Special. Because you never know when time will take them away from you forever”   Love   all    an

Thought for Today If you ever find yourself defending a position, explaining why, or justifying anything, it means you have been defeated. It means you have not been able to accept the others point of view, or the fact that you may be wrong. Fear has conquered your mind and your heart. Your defences are up and you are running scared. It’s not that the other person has conquered you, it’s the self-created fear that is in control. Until you can accept the other (you don’t have to agree) and you are not threatened by the other, your victories will be delayed. It’s a funny old world when true winning is accepting not resisting, when victory is found in the wisdom to stop fighting and to begin engaging.   There is always two sides of the story

A hunter once lost his way deep inside the jungle while chasing a deer. He used all his navigation skills but neither did he find any way out of the jungle nor could he find any food to eat for 8 days at a stretch. He started feeling very hungry that he could eat an entire elephant at one go. Disappointed, he lost all hope. And that is exactly when an apple tree caught his sight. He collected a dozen apples to feed him for the rest of his search. As he ate the 1st apple, his joy knew no bounds and he just couldn't stop feeling grateful and blessed. He thanked life. He thanked God. He could not believe his luck when he ate the 1st apple but he was less grateful while having the 2nd apple and even lesser grateful when he had the 5th apple. Somehow, with each passing apple, the hunger still kept on increasing and the joy kept on reducing drastically. He just could not enjoy the 10th apple. Why? He had already taken for granted the gift of having found an apple tree in the middle o

By: Natalia J.   1. “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”- Robert Brault   2. “Gratitude is the sign of noble souls.”- Aesop 3. “Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.”- Voltaire   4. "Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary."- Margaret Cousins 5. “Got no checkbooks, got no banks, still I’d like to express my thanks. I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night.”- Irving Berlin 6. "Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has plenty; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some."- Charles Dickens   7. “Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”- Marcel Proust   8. “Wear gratitude like a cloak, and it will feed every corner of your life.”- Rumi   9. “It’s

Ferrdie the Frog needed relief from the heat. Life sure was hard, and if Ferrdie didn’t do something very, very soon to make his situation better, he’d dry out and fry! Where he lived, it had gotten quite dry, and as you know, frogs like water. Frogs love water. Frogs need water to survive. Or, rather, they need water so that their happiness can survive. And Ferrdie had become quite unhappy. His house — that little niche in the soil that he had carefully carved out for himself — shaded him nicely and kept him cool when the sun was bright and hot, but this wasn’t enough to keep him happy and content, being that he was a frog and he loved water.   Normally, it rained every day in the late afternoon, and this rain brought moisture into his home. Sweet, cool, delightful moisture. What a way to live! He didn’t have to go anywhere in search of a pond or a lake or a puddle, because the water came right into his home. The rain brought out the bugs and he would dine with ease. All he had to