Let the Spirit Read...

So I just wanted to share these short stories from one of my favorite authors, the Lebanese prophet, Khalil Gibran.

The first one reminds me that there must be some sort of "bigger picture." I try not to feel like the ant who can only see exactly what is around me...

The three ants

Three ants met on the nose of a man who was lying asleep in the sun. And after they had saluted one another, each according to the custom of his tribe, they stood there conversing.

The first and said, “These hills and plains are the most barren I have known. I have searched all day for a grain of some sort, and there is none to be found.”

Said the second ant, “I too have found nothing, though I have visited every nook and glade. This is, I believe, what my people call the soft, moving land where nothing grows.”

Then the third ant raised his head and said, “My friends, we are standing now on the nose of the Supreme Ant, the mighty and infinite Ant, whose body is so great that we cannot see it, whose shadow is so vast that we cannot trace it, whose voice is so loud that we cannot hear it; and He is omnipresent.”

When the third ant spoke thus the other ants looked at each other and laughed.

At that moment the man moved and in his sleep raised his hand and scratched his nose, and the three ants were crushed.

This one is probably my favorite. It is a lesson that sadly, our culture has failed to teach our souls... it is my goal today to look at something considered conventionally "ugly" and see the beauty within.

Beauty and Ugliness

Upon a day Beauty and Ugliness met on the shore of a sea. And they said to one another, "Let us bathe in the sea". They disrobed and swam in the waters. And after a while Ugliness came back to the shore and garmented herself with the garments of Beauty and walked his way. And Beauty too came out of the sea, and found not her rainment, and she was too shy to be naked, therefore she dressed herself with the raiment of Ugliness. And Beauty walked her way... And to this very day men and women mistake the one for the other. Yet there are some who have beheld the face of Beauty, and know her not withstanding her garments.

This one is a mind trip. But reflects how I feel a lot of the time. My mind doesn't click the way most peoples' minds. I see and think about things that most do not. Is there something wrong with that, world?! HMM? They like to think yes...

The Eye

Said the Eye one day, “I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful?”

The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, “But where is any mountain? I do not hear.”

Then the Hand spoke and said, “I am trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain.”

And the Nose said, “There is no mountain, I cannot smell it.”

Then the Eye turned the other way, and they all began to talk together about the Eye's strange delusion. And they said, “Something must be the matter with the Eye.”

<3 Thank you for these Beautiful Words. <3