Wednesday, November 03, 2004

True Peace

Got this in my mailbox:

There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them. One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror, for peaceful towering mountains were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought it was a perfect picture of peace. The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell and in which lightening played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when the King looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush, a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest. The King chose the second picture as the winner. The people asked the King how he could choose the second picture over the first. "Because," explained the king, "Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or h ard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart." "That is the real meaning of peace."

"Spirituality is the depth of your bliss in the midst of your problem." When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.