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Hello Beloveds,

 

Checking in with you all.

I've been going through many changes

and shifts, coming back to my self.

 

Love to you all.

And here's a little story for you.

 

Love, dhyana

 

More Is Not Enough

The Stone Cutter

 

There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied

with himself and with his position in life.

 

One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house.

Through the open gateway, he saw many fine

possessions and important visitors. " How powerful

that merchant must be! " thought the stone cutter.

He became very envious and wished that he could be

like the merchant.

 

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the

merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than

he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by

those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official

passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by

attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs.

Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before

the procession. " How powerful that official is! " he

thought. " I wish that I could be a high official! "

 

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere

in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by

the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the

official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan

chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the

sky, unaffected by his presence. " How powerful the sun

is! " he thought. " I wish that I could be the sun! "

 

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on

everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers

and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him

and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine

on everything below. " How powerful that storm cloud is! "

he thought. " I wish that I could be a cloud! "

 

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and

villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found

that he was being pushed away by some great force,

and realized that it was the wind. " How powerful it

is! " he thought. " I wish that I could be the wind! "

 

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs

of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all

below him. But after a while, he ran up against something

that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew

against it - a huge, towering rock. " How powerful that

rock is! " he thought. " I wish that I could be a rock! "

 

Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything

else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound

of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and

felt himself being changed. " What could be more powerful

than I, the rock? " he thought.

 

He looked down and saw far below him the figure of

a stone cutter.

 

Zen story.

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Hello Dhyana, it's good to see you here. I enjoyed your little story. I am

grateful that I am me this morning. :)

 

Love & hugs,

Linda

 

, " novalees " <dhyana

wrote:

>

> Hello Beloveds,

>

> Checking in with you all.

> I've been going through many changes

> and shifts, coming back to my self.

>

> Love to you all.

> And here's a little story for you.

>

> Love, dhyana

>

> More Is Not Enough

> The Stone Cutter

>

> There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied

> with himself and with his position in life.

>

> One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house.

> Through the open gateway, he saw many fine

> possessions and important visitors. " How powerful

> that merchant must be! " thought the stone cutter.

> He became very envious and wished that he could be

> like the merchant.

>

> To his great surprise, he suddenly became the

> merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than

> he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by

> those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official

> passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by

> attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs.

> Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before

> the procession. " How powerful that official is! " he

> thought. " I wish that I could be a high official! "

>

> Then he became the high official, carried everywhere

> in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by

> the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the

> official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan

> chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the

> sky, unaffected by his presence. " How powerful the sun

> is! " he thought. " I wish that I could be the sun! "

>

> Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on

> everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers

> and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him

> and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine

> on everything below. " How powerful that storm cloud is! "

> he thought. " I wish that I could be a cloud! "

>

> Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and

> villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found

> that he was being pushed away by some great force,

> and realized that it was the wind. " How powerful it

> is! " he thought. " I wish that I could be the wind! "

>

> Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs

> of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all

> below him. But after a while, he ran up against something

> that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew

> against it - a huge, towering rock. " How powerful that

> rock is! " he thought. " I wish that I could be a rock! "

>

> Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything

> else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound

> of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and

> felt himself being changed. " What could be more powerful

> than I, the rock? " he thought.

>

> He looked down and saw far below him the figure of

> a stone cutter.

>

> Zen story.

>

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Thank you Dhyanna- and good to see you here...

 

Yes to accept one's beingness is truly a great gift. How we sometimes struggle

to be that which we are not setting aside that which we are. The song- " I want

to be me " comes to mind- this is all I ask this is all I need.

 

Blessings

e

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Talking of songs. What comes to my mind is the song by Charleen:

" I've Been to Paradise But I've Never Been To Me "

 

From the first time I heard this song in the 1980's I have related to the words

as if I had written them myself. Being here and meeting and all my

sisters & brothers here,has changed that. I am finally finding out and seeing

who 'me' really is, and she is beautiful.

 

Today - Look for your beauty and tell me what you find.

 

Blessings, Iona x

 

, " " .

wrote:

>

>

>

> Thank you Dhyanna- and good to see you here...

>

> Yes to accept one's beingness is truly a great gift. How we sometimes

struggle to be that which we are not setting aside that which we are. The song-

" I want to be me " comes to mind- this is all I ask this is all I need.

>

> Blessings

> e

>

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