We are all cracked pots!*

A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on the two ends of a pole that he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house. But each time the cracked pot arrived only half full.

After years the cracked pot said to the water bearer, "I am ashamed of myself... this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house.Because of my flaws, you don't get full value from your efforts".

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on one side of the path.

The bearer then said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of our path, but not on the other? That's because I planted the flower seeds on your side, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

For years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have had this beauty to grace his house."

Each one of us has our unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. Some of us are old, some not so smart, some fat, some bald, some physically challenged, but it is these cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

HOLLYWOOD

When at night,
Me in flight,
Land at sight,
Full of lights.

We were a few,
Wonders were new,
Holiday we flew,
Hollywood we view.

Fountains and mountains,
Flashes and splashes,
Studios and videos,
Nippiness and happiness,
Arcades and parades,
Emporiums and aquariums,
Human shows and animal shows.

Were these the Hollywood wonders,
Made our minds thunder.

MY HEAVEN


There is a heaven here on our earth,my friend
Where we can enjoy the pleasure’s treasure,
Where can it be,can you guess my friend?
Where we enjoy the comforts to the full.


“You’re kidding”,replied my friend
“ I know not such a heaven,itz up in the sky--
We can go there only after death”.
And with a smile I patted her shoulder.

Then I told her about that heaven:
The name of the place is My Home
Where I used to fly freely and happily,
Knowing none of the worries and sorrows.

My father's love gave me wings to fly,
My mother’s love gave me strength to fly,
Their love together made me fly,
Their care together made me reach the horizon.

Now, I realize the one great truth on earth,
That the true love is my parents’ love,
The true comfort is that my parents gave me,
They are the Gods of My Heaven.

HOPES

Hopes! You , the root cause of all tribulations
Lead men nowhere.
But is life worth without hopes?
Can life exist without hopes?

So vast is your playground, the life of men.
You play your part like a competitor.
Cheerful are the men,when you win,
Desolated are they when you loose.

When at times of desolations,its you
Who give men strength to live,
Your presence gives him courage to fight
Against the common foe,that is despair.

WINTER WARMTH

Chill ! Chill ! Chill !
Chilliness is the quality that
Discerns you from your siblings.
The youngest of Mother Earth’s seasons,
You are a prankster.
Life on earth is chill on your onset,
So we cover us to endure you.
You often wear the dress of snow
With a motto you wear that dress,
And that is,none other than peace.
From the tiny green grown grass
To the gigantic dark grown mountains
Can men see the richness of your dress.
But they seldom see your inner beauty,
Which is the beauty of the message of peace.
Every year you visit Mother Earth,
To remind mankind of the value of peace
The one great abiding force which if men pursue,
Makes this world the best place.

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