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WindWalker
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since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218


0 posted 2005-05-09 10:41 AM


A story is told of a man
who realized one day his life had no meaning.
He was going on in years, entering retirement
and all he saw of himself seemed meaningless.
So he took a vow that before he died
he was going to put meaning in the remainder of his life.

He walked snowy, stormy paths in the Himalayas
and talked at length with Buddhist monks;
He went to Rome and got an audience with the Pope.
He met shamans and teachers and elders,
spent several seasons with Australian aborigines.

He studied and pondered, cloistered in a monastery;
read tome upon tome of Christian history and philosophy.
He studied the life of Gandhi and Mother Teresa,
read biographies on Nelson Mandela
and Martin Luther King Jr.

And he observed people in far away towns and villages;
crossed Africa and trekked through the Middle East.
He encountered wars and famines and strange customs.
He ate foods that made him sick, drank polluted water
and tried an endless number of rituals.

Eventually all his retirement money ran out
and he found himself back in his own town,
on his own street, in his own home – alone.
Thought a fool, by all,
including himself, and none the wiser.

Then he had a dream one night:
He was reading a simple novel, in his den by the fire
when he saw a word he didn’t know the meaning of
so he reached for his dictionary... and he got it!
Meaning!  Right there, in his dictionary
where it had been all along...

“Meaning: that which is intended to be, or actually is,
expressed or indicated.”  
That simple.  In a dictionary.  Meaning of life?  
What that life is.  It has no other meaning!
No one finds meaning by searching for it.
What is is all the meaning there can be.

No one can fill a cup that is already full;
if one does not like the contents thereof,
one must empty the cup, wash it, and refill it.
But life does not allow such a luxury
for the cup of life comes without possibility of a refill.

© Copyright 2005 Sharran WindWalker - All Rights Reserved
Startime55
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since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148
Alberta, Canada
1 posted 2005-05-09 11:50 AM


BRAVO!!!BRAVO!!! How simple but easily forgot are the wisdom of your words...No searching is needed...we just look within and fill our cups with the purity of who we are...I love the path your words lead me on and I love the way they open my eyes to the beauties of the world....Well done, my friend...**hugs**

wandering glider
Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501
aloft
2 posted 2005-05-09 06:40 PM


Indeed!

Today is the only day that is.


glider

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353
Michigan, USA
3 posted 2005-05-10 09:53 AM


Splendid write WW...truly felt it here.
TD

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