What was the last lie I told?
Why did I tell it?
It is difficult sometimes to answer questions our friends ask us. I was caught in this snare by one of my long time good friend.
I was asked if my daughter number two and number three call me, visit me or send Mother’s Day card. In my case these are very painful questions. I didn’t have the courage to tell the truth. I answered yes.
I questioned myself why did I do it? I was protecting myself, because my truth will for eons come to bite me. I thought these friends will think perhaps I’m a terrible mother. It hurt me immensely.
I was a full time teacher, yet I felt guilty leaving them with a baby sitter. I tried to give them as much time as I could. I’m unable to express what went wrong.
Then one day I told these same friends, no my two daughters do not call me or send me Mother’s day cards. I have learned to accept this fact.
These days I console myself by agreeing with Khalil Gibran where he says: your children do not belong to you, if they leave you let them, if they never come back, do not be sad, they were not yours to begin with.
Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?
My seven words are: Love; Trust; Honesty; Friendship; Sharing; Peace; Unity.
Love erases misunderstanding.
Trust is an important word, if you trust people there will be no arguments.
Honesty is always the best policy.
If we are friendly we’ll have no enemies.
Sharing: whatever one has it’s good to share it reduces poverty.
Peace: What can be achieved by peace cannot be achieved by war.
Unity: Lack of unity is the cause of all the dissension in the world.
I read this poem in a book by Kahlil Gibran. The words are magical. I hope you’ll like it as much as I did.
Tears that purify my heart and reveal
to me the secret of life and its mystery,
Laughter that brings me closer to
Tears with which I join the
Laughter that symbolizes joy over
my very existence.
I prefer death through happiness a
thousand fold to life in vain and in
An eternal hunger for love
and beauty is my desire;I know
now that those who possess bounty
alone are naught but miserable,
but to my spirit the sighs of
lovers are more soothing than
music of the lyre.
When night comes, the flower
folds its petals and slumbers
with love,and at dawn,it
opens its lips to receive the
sun’s kisses bespeckled by quick
dartings of clouds which come,
but surely go.
The life of flowers is hope and
fulfillment and peace; tears and laughter.
The water disappears and ascends
until it turns into clouds that
gather upon the hills and valleys;
and when it meets the breeze,it
falls down upon the fields and
joins the brook that sings it
way toward the sea.
The life of clouds is a life of
farewell and a life of reunion;
tears and laughter.
Thus the spirit separates itself
from the body and walks into
the world of substance,passing
like clouds over the valleys of
sorrow and mountains of happiness
until it meets the
breeze of death and returns to
its starting place,the endless
ocean of love and beauty which