I arrived from the source of the sun
into this new, golden morning.
I stand on the morning beach.
Pressing my feet into the fine sand.
Into my hands, my feet, my heart
My eyes, my ears and my thoughts
streams live new and powerful
when in the night I drunk from the source.
Give, that I do right,
Give, that I do with love
With this hands and feet
And offer my strength to others.
into this new, golden morning.
I stand on the morning beach.
Pressing my feet into the fine sand.
Into my hands, my feet, my heart
My eyes, my ears and my thoughts
streams live new and powerful
when in the night I drunk from the source.
Give, that I do right,
Give, that I do with love
With this hands and feet
And offer my strength to others.
The moth
Posted 11-28-2008 at 03:37 PM by Tarya Nórui
The struggle
A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon.
On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck.
Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly...
(Unknown origin)
A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon.
On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck.
Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly...
(Unknown origin)
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Interesting story.
Somehow it reminds me of this song, and I wonder if the director of the music video knew this story
Spoiler:Posted 11-28-2008 at 03:42 PM by itSFMe
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Reminds me of how I collected caterpillars as a child, and it was awesome to watch them grow into butterflies and then release them in the garden. After reading this, I'm glad I didn't do much to help them...Posted 12-01-2008 at 11:13 PM by Aventura
