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Patience is not only an ability to wait; but being steady, calm and serene while waiting out of faith. It’s about to withstand with equanimity.
In an hour of waiting, we babble against time and fate. It’s nothing but one king of complaining. We prattle or bloviate; but instead of it we can believe; my shall come to me.
Though Burroughs was burdened by many problems and responsibilities at the time, thought the outlook for the future was anything but promising, he did not “rave against time or fate.” He did not become bitter, impatient, resentful. He looked within himself and found his own tranquility. In the midst of turmoil and uncertainty he was able to write, “Serene, I fold my hands and wait.”
We reap what we have sown. It is inevitable. We can not avoid it. Fruits will be ripen and meet me at right time and in the right space. It is assured to come. As a book springs and sprints in the rain; it draws and flows certainly.
In this disquieting times, “Waiting” has a special meaning f…

Fresh & new

Every moment we live in is new and refreshing. We can not experience the same moment again. If we put a hand in a river, we can not feel the same water all the time. The moment I speak one word, I can not experience the same moment even after uttering a same word again. Change occurs at every moment. It is not the same moment I live in. So it is said, “Only one thing is constant, it is change.”
An awesome Subhashit in Sanskrit...
पुनः प्रभातं पुनरेव शर्वरी पुनः शशांकः पुनरुद्यते रविः । कालस्य किं गच्छति याति यौवनं  तथापि लोकः कथितं न बुध्यते ॥
फिर से प्रभात, फिर से रात्रि, फिर से चंद्र, और फिर से सूरज का उगना ! काल का क्या जाता है ? कुछ नहीं; यह तो यौवन जाता है, (पर) लोग कहाँ समज़ते हैं ?
Again a morning and again a night, again a moon and again a sun. Nothing passes but the youth. In spite of all, people do not realize.
But what we do is, whenever we listen, see or experience something, we correlate it with past or future. Do we really live in now ? We live either in past or in future. We exi…

Man, the crown of God’s creation !

“Proclaim to the whole world with trumpet voice, there is no sin in you, there is no misery in you, you are the reservoir of omnipotent power. Arise, awake, and manifest the divinity within !” ~ Swami Vivekananda  
This is a small story of a lion cub. It was in the same mental trap as we live whole life in. Mental fog is the biggest hurdle to see clearly.  
There was once a baby lion left by its dying mother among some sheep. The sheep fed it and gave it shelter. The lion grew apace and said "Ba-a-a" when the sheep said "Ba-a-a".
One day another lion came by. "What do you do here?" said the second lion in astonishment: for he heard the sheep-lion bleating with the rest. "Ba-a-a," said the other. "I am a little sheep, I am a little sheep, I am frightened."
"Nonsense!" roared the first lion, "come with me; I will show you." And he took him to the side of a smooth stream and showed him that which was reflected therein.