Fabulous Fables

The Rose Within

2011-03-13T07:45:00.001-07:00

By author Unknown...

A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it.

He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns upon the stem and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom... it died.

So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.

We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.

Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.

This is one of the characteristic of love... to look at a person, know their true faults and accepting that person into your life... all the while recognizing the nobility in their soul. Help others to realize they can overcome their faults. If we show them the "rose" within themselves, they will conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.

Your Value

2011-03-13T07:41:00.001-07:00

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?"

Hands started going up.

He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?"

Still the hands were up in the air.

"Well," he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.

He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.

"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.

We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. You are special - Don't ever forget it!

When You Know The Truth- Author Unknown

2011-02-18T07:39:00.001-08:00

When You Know The Truth

The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, sat an old man with his 30-year-old son.

As the train moves, the son is overwhelmed with joy because he is thrilled by the scenery outside.

"See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful."

This behavior from the thirty-year-old son made the other people on the train feel strange about him. Everyone started murmuring something or other about this son.

"This guy seems to be a crack," newly married Anup whispered to his wife.

Suddenly it started raining. Raindrops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The thirty-year-old, filled with joy said, " See dad, how beautiful the rain is..."

Anup's wife became irritated with the raindrops, as they were dropping on her new suit and spoiling it.

"Anup, can't you see it's raining? You. Old man. If your son is not feeling well, get him to a mental asylum soon and don't disturb the public henceforth."

The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied, "We are on the way back from hospital. My son was discharged this morning. He was blind at birth. Only last week he regained his vision. Rain and nature are new to his eyes. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused."

Rabi'a and the Scholar

2011-02-14T07:44:00.001-08:00

A leading scholar of Basra visited Rabi`a al-Adawiyya while she was ill. Sitting beside her pillow, the scholar spoke about how terrible the world was.

In reply, Rabi`a told him:

"You love the world very dearly. If you did not love the world, you would not mention it so much. It is always the purchaser who first disparages what he wants to buy. If you were done with the world, you would not mention it either for good or evil. As it is, you keep mentioning it because, as the proverb says, whoever loves a thing mentions it frequently."

[Adapted from the "Memorial of the Saints" by Fariduddin Attar, in the abridged translation called "Muslim Saints and Mystics" by A. J. Arberry, p. 50.]

Zen story -Obedience

2011-02-07T08:07:00.001-08:00

The master Bankei's talks were attended not only by Zen students but by persons of all ranks and sects. He never quoted sutras nor indulged in scholastic dissertations. Instead, his words were spoken directly from his heart to the hearts of his listeners.

His large audiences angered a priest of the Nichiren sect because the adherents had left to hear about Zen. The self-centered Nichiren priest came to the temple, determined to debate with Bankei.

"Hey, Zen teacher!" he called out. "Wait a minute. Whoever respects you will obey what you say, but a man like myself does not respect you. Can you make me obey you?"

"Come up beside me and I will show you," said Bankei.

Proudly the priest pushed his way through the crowd to the teacher.

Bankei smiled. "Come over to my left side."

The priest obeyed.

"No," said Bankei, "we may talk better if you are on the right side. Step over here."

The priest proudly stepped over to the right

"You see," observed Bankei, "you are obeying me and I think you are a very gentle person. Now sit down and listen."

Through The Window

2011-02-03T03:34:00.001-08:00

A young couple moved into a new neighborhood

The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside

"That laundry is not very clean", she said. "She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap"

Her husband looked on, but remained silent

Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments

About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this?"

The husband said, "I got up this morning and cleaned our windows."

Moral- You see only what is inside your heart..

Zen story- Truth explained

2011-01-11T07:51:00.001-08:00

A monk was walking up a mountain when he met a peasant who was also on the same path. To kill the time, they started talking. The monk told the peasant that purpose of his trip was to find truth. The teacher of the monk had told that he would find the truth at the mountain top. The peasant said it was his daily routine to go up that trail and gather firewood.

As they were talking, the monk started teaching the peasant about the philosophy. The peasant was listening. But every once in a while he would pick up a dried wood stick and add it to the bundle on his shoulder. The monk was slightly irritated that peasant was not paying 100% attention to the valuable knowledge he was sharing. But he kept quiet.

When they reached the mountaintop, the monk asked the peasant “So do you understand what I taught you so far?”

The peasant nodded.

“What did you understand?”

The peasant lifted the bundle of firewood on his shoulder and threw it down. The string tying the bundle broke loose and the firewood scattered everywhere.

At that moment,the monk found his truth and he was enlightened.

Diciplehood-Anonymous Sufi stories

2011-01-07T06:50:00.001-08:00

When the great Sufi mystic, Hasan, was dying, somebody asked "Hasan, who was your master?"
He said, "I had thousands of masters. If I just relate their names it will take months, years and it is too late. But three masters I will certainly tell you about.
One was a thief. Once I got lost in the desert, and when I reached a village it was very late, everything was closed. But at last I found one man who was trying to make a hole in t he wall of a house. I asked him where I could stay and he said 'At this time of night it will be difficult, but you can say with me - if you can stay with a thief'And the man was so beautiful. I stayed for one month! And each night he would say to me, 'Now I am going to my work. You rest, you pray.' When he came back I would ask 'Could you get anything?' He would say, 'Not tonight. But tomorrow I will try again, God willing.' He was never in a state of hopelessness, he was always happy.
When I was meditating and meditating for years on end and nothing was happening, many times the moment came when I was so desperate, so hopeless, that I thought to stop all this nonsense. And suddenly I would remember the thief who would say every night, 'God willing, tomorrow it is going to happen.'
And my second master was a dog. I was going to the river, thirsty and a dog came. He was also thirsty. He looked into the river, he saw another dog there -- his own image -- and became afraid. He would bard and run away, but his thirst was so much that he would come back. Finally, despite his fear, he just jumped into the water, and the image disappeared. And I knew that a message had come to me from God: one has to jump in spite of all fears.
And the third master was a small child. I entered a town and a child was carrying a lit candle. he was going to the mosque to put the candle there.
'Just joking,' I asked the boy, 'Have you lit the candle yourself?' He said, 'Yes sir.' And I asked, 'There was a moment when the candle was unlit, then there was a moment when the candle was lit. Can you show me the source from which the light came?'
And the boy laughed, blew out the candle, and said, 'Now you have seen the light going. Where has it gone? You will tell me!'
My ego was shattered, my whole knowledge was shattered. And that moment I felt my own stupidity. Since then I dropped all my knowledge ability.

It is true that I had no master. That does not mean that I was not a disciple -- I accepted the whole existence as my master. My Disciple-hood was a greater involvement than yours is. I trusted the clouds, the trees. I trusted existence as such. I had no master because I had millions of masters I learned from every possible source. To be a disciple is a must on the path. What does it mean to be a disciple? It means to be able to learn. to be available to learn to be vulnerable to existence. With a master you start learning to learn. The master is a swimming pool where you can learn how to swim. Once you have learned, all the oceans are yours."

Greatness by Anthony de Mello

2011-01-07T06:48:00.001-08:00

"The trouble with the world," said the Master with a sigh, "is that human beings refuse to grow up."
"When can a person be said to have grown up?" asked a disciple.

"On the day he does not need to be lied to about anything."

Zen Story- Carrying burden

2010-12-26T06:36:00.001-08:00

Once upon a time many moons ago, two monks were walking in silence through the forest; a younger monk, Anjan, and an older monk, Nanda.

Eventually their path led to a stream. There they saw a beautiful young lady, exquisitely clad, standing on the bank. She was in great distress because she wanted to cross the stream, but did not know how without getting her fine long robes wet.

Without hesitation Nanda scooped her up, crossed the stream, and set her down on dry ground. She thanked him and continued on her way, and the monks continued on theirs again in silence.

Anjan was a bit distressed and confused. He got more restless by the minute and then finally spoke up.

"Brother Nanda," he said, "I do not know what to make of it. You know our order is an austere order, and we cannot so much as speak to a woman. But... but... you saw that lady, you... uh... picked her up and... carried her across the stream! And yet..." he continued, almost choking, "You just keep on walking as if nothing happened!"

"It is quite simple," Nanda replied. "I set her down on the opposite bank, but you, Brother Anjan, are still carrying her!"

So... who, indeed, had the lighter burden, and the lighter step?

2010-12-17T20:15:00.001-08:00

Yesterday I saw the film Dark habits by almodovar. it was waste of time

God is Present Everywhere

2010-12-17T07:12:00.000-08:00

There was a monastery in a certain place. The monks residing there went out daily to beg their food. One day a monk, while out for his alms sew a landlord beating a man mercilessly. The compassionate monk stepped in and asked the landlord to stop. But the landlord was filled with anger and turned his wrath against the innocent monk. He beat the monk till he fell unconscious on the ground. Someone reported the matter to the monastery. The monks ran to the spot and found their brother lying there. Four or five of them carried him back and laid him on a bed. He was still unconscious. The other monk sat around him sad at heart: some were fanning him. Finally someone suggested that he should given a little milk to drink. when it was poured into his mouth he regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked around. One of the monks said, let us see whether he is fully conscious and can recognize us. Shouting into his ear he said, revered sir, who is giving you milk? Brother replied the holy man in a low voice. He who beat me is now me milk.

Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa

Salt

2010-12-16T07:35:00.000-08:00

Once an unhappy young man came to an old master and told him, he was very sad and asked for a solution. The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. “How does it taste?” “Awful” spat the apprentice. The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the Lake, the old man said. “Now drink from the Lake.”
As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the Master asked, “How does it taste?” “Good”, remarked the apprentice. “Do you taste the salt” asked the Master?
“No,” said the young man. The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said, “The pain of life is pure salt, no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the “pain” depends on the container we put it into.
So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things….
Stop being a Glass…
Become a Lake!!!!
Moral of this story:
1. Be broad minded.
2. See life from a larger Prism.

Knowing

2009-03-15T20:38:00.002-07:00

Throw away all you know

Throw away all you don't know

Then and only then

One star shines bright.

Zen Poetry

Be Comfortable

2009-03-15T20:38:00.001-07:00

Too lazy to be ambitious,

I let the world take care of itself.

Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;

a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.

Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?

Listening to the night rain on my roof,

I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

Zen Poetry

Everything is sacred

2009-03-15T20:33:00.000-07:00

Now is the time to know

That all that you do is sacred.

Now, why not consider

A lasting truce with yourself and God.

Now is the time to understand

That all your ideas of right and wrong

Were just a child's training wheels

To be laid aside

When you finally live

With veracity

And love.

Hafiz is a divine envoy

Whom the Beloved

Has written a holy message upon.

My dear, please tell me,

Why do you still

Throw sticks at your heart

And God?

What is it in that sweet voice inside

That incites you to fear?

Now is the time for the world to know

That every thought and action is sacred.

This is the time for you to compute the impossibility

That there is anything

But Grace.

Now is the season to know

That everything you do

Is sacred.

Hafiz

Awakening

2009-03-15T20:31:00.001-07:00

What happens when your soul

Begins to awaken

Your eyes

And your heart

And the cells of your body

To the great Journey of Love?

First there is wonderful laughter

And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises

And those heroic vows

No one can ever keep.

But still God is delighted and amused

You once tried to be a saint.

What happens when your soul

Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love

And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved

Will send you

One of His wonderful, wild companions ~

Like Hafiz.

Hafiz

Please Retire

2009-03-15T20:28:00.001-07:00

You Don't Have to Act Crazy Anymore -

We all know you were good at that.

Now retire, my dear,

From all that hard work you do

Of bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart.

Look in a clear mountain mirror -

See the Beautiful Ancient Warrior

And the Divine elements

You always carry inside

That infused this Universe with sacred Life

So long ago

And join you Eternally

With all Existence - with God!

Hafiz

One God,One Truth

2009-03-15T20:24:00.000-07:00

Would you think it odd if Hafiz said,

"I am in love with every church

And mosque

And temple

And any kind of shrine

Because I know it is there

That people say the different names

Of the One God."

Would you tell your friends

I was a bit strange if I admitted

I am indeed in love with every mind

And heart and body.

O I am sincerely

Plumb crazy

About your every thought and yearning

And limb

Because, my dear,

I know

That it is through these

That you search for Him

Hafiz

Laughing at the word two

2009-03-15T20:20:00.000-07:00

Only That Illumined One

Who keeps,

Seducing the formless into form

Had the charm to win my Heart.

Only a Perfect One

Who is always

Laughing at the word Two

Can make you know Of Love

Hafiz

Tranquility

2009-03-15T20:10:00.001-07:00

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,

and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.

When I get back around to that place,

I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,

I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off,

but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?

Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.

When I'm outside the saying of it,

I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

Jalaluddin Rumi

Who Am I?

2009-03-15T20:03:00.000-07:00

The time has come

to break all my promises

tear apart all chains

and cast away all advice

disassemble the heavens

link by link

and break at once

all lovers' ties

with the sword of death

put cotton inside

both my ears

and close them to

all words of wisdom

crash the door and

enter the chamber

where all sweet

things are hidden

how long can i

beg and bargain

for the things of this world

while love is waiting

how long before

i can rise beyond

how i am and

what i am

(Ghazal 1591)

i don't know

if i am

nonexistence

while i exist

but i know for sure

when i am

i am not

but

when i am not

then i am

(Ghazal 1419)

Jalaluddin Rumi

Melt In Love

2009-03-15T19:57:00.000-07:00

The Lovers

will drink wine night and day.

They will drink until they can

tear away the veils of intellect and

melt away the layers of shame and modesty.

When in Love,

body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist.

Become this,

fall in Love,

and you will not be separated again.

Jalaluddin Rumi

Where Is The Beloved?

2009-03-10T01:38:00.000-07:00

Lovers share a sacred decree –

to seek the Beloved.

They roll head over heels,

rushing toward the Beautiful One

like a torrent of water.

In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved –

Our seeking is His seeking,

Our words are His words.

At times we flow toward the Beloved

like a dancing stream.

At times we are still water

held in His pitcher.

At times we boil in a pot

turning to vapor –

that is the job of the Beloved.

He breathes into my ear

until my soul

takes on His fragrance.

He is the soul of my soul –

How can I escape?

But why would any soul in this world

want to escape from the Beloved?

He will melt your pride

making you thin as a strand of hair,

Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,

One strand of His hair.

We search for Him here and there

while looking right at Him.

Sitting by His side we ask,

"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"

Enough with such questions! –

Let silence take you to the core of life.

All your talk is worthless

When compared to one whisper

of the Beloved.

Jalaluddin Rumi

Be Patient

2009-03-10T01:25:00.000-07:00

My dear friend
never lose hope
when the Beloved
sends you away.

If you're abandoned
if you're left hopeless
tomorrow for sure
you'll be called again.

If the door is shut
right in your face
keep waiting with patience
don't leave right away.

Seeing your patience
your love will soon
summon you with grace
raise you like a champion.

And if all the roads
end up in dead ends
you'll be shown the secret paths
no one will comprehend.

The beloved I know
will give with no qualms
to a puny ant
the kingdom of Solomon.

My heart has journeyed
many times around the world
but has never found
and will never find
such a Beloved again.

Ah I better keep silence
I know this endless love
will surely arrive
for you and you and you.

Jalaluddin Rumi

Love Transcend.

2009-03-10T01:15:00.000-07:00

Look at Love

how it tangles

with the one fallen in love

look at spirit

how it fuses with earth

giving it new life

why are you so busy

with this or that or good or bad

pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all

the known and the unknown

see how unknown merges into the known

why think separately

of this life and the next

when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue

one feels but deaf and dumb

the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire

earth and wind

enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb

the lion and the deer

far away yet together

look at the unity of this

spring and winter

manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends

since the earth and the sky

are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane

sweet yet silent

don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows

right out of my own heart

how much more union can there be

Jalaluddin Rumi

About Myself

2009-03-10T01:09:00.001-07:00

Only you

I choose among the entire world.

Is it fair of you

letting me be unhappy?

My heart is a pen in your hand.

It is all up to you

to write me happy or sad.

I see only what you reveal

and live as you say.

All my feelings have the color

you desire to paint.

From the beginning to the end,

no one but you.

Please make my future

better than the past.

When you hide I change

to a Godless person,

and when you appear,

I find my faith.

Don't expect to find

any more in me

than what you give.

Don't search for

hidden pockets because

I've shown you that

all I have is all you gave.

Jalaluddin Rumi

Attitude

2009-03-10T00:39:00.000-07:00

If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain.

Maya Angelou

Yes and no are very powerful words. Mean them when you say them. Respect them when you hear them.

Michael Josephson

Start by doing what is necessary, then do what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.

Saint Francis of Assisi

It is no use saying, 'We are doing our best.' You have got to succeed in doing what is necessary."

Sir Winston Churchill

Religion

2009-03-10T00:36:00.000-07:00

Common men talk bagfuls of religion, but act not a grain of it, while the wise man speaks little, but his whole life is a religion acted out.

Sri.Ramakrishna.Paramhamsa

Conquering Anger

2009-03-10T00:31:00.000-07:00

A man once came and spat on Buddha, on his face. Of course his disciples were enraged. His closest disciple, Ananda, said to him, “This is too much!” He was red-hot with anger. He said to Buddha, “Just give me permission so that I can show this man what he has done.”

Buddha wiped his face and said to the man, “Thank you, sir. You created a context in which I could see whether I can still be angry or not. And I am not, and I am tremendously happy. And also you created a context for Ananda: now he can see that he can still be angry. Many thanks, we are so grateful! Once in a while, please, you are invited to come. Whenever you have the urge to spit on somebody, you can come to us.”

It was such a shock to the man, he could not believe his ears, what was happening. He had come expecting that he would anger Buddha. He had failed. The whole night he could not sleep, he tossed and turned and could not sleep. Continuously the idea haunted him — his spitting on the Buddha, one of the most insulting things, and Buddha remaining as calm and quiet as he had been before, as if nothing had happened, wiping his face and saying to him, “Thank you, sir. And whenever you have this desire to spit on somebody, please come to us.”

He remembered it again and again. That face, that calm and quiet face, those compassionate eyes. And when he had said thank you, it had not been just a formality, he was really grateful. His whole being was saying that he was grateful, his whole atmosphere was grateful. Just as he could see that Ananda was red-hot with anger, Buddha was so cool, so loving, so compassionate. He could not forgive himself now, what had he done? Spitting on that man — a man like Buddha!

Early the next morning he rushed back, fell down at the feet of Buddha, and said, “Forgive me, sir. I could not sleep the whole night.” Buddha said, “Forget all about it. There is no need to ask forgiveness for something which has already passed. So much water has gone down the Ganges.” Buddha was sitting on the bank of the Ganges under a tree. He showed the man, “Look, each moment so much water is flowing down! Twenty-four hours have passed — why are you carrying it, something which is no longer existential? Forget all about it.” And I cannot forgive you, because in the first place I was not angry with you. If I had been angry, I could have forgiven you. If you really need forgiveness, ask Ananda. Fall at his feet — he will enjoy it!”

Who is a Devotee?

2009-03-10T00:30:00.000-07:00

"advesta sarva-bhutanam

maitrah karuna eva ca

nirmamo nirahankarah

sama-duhkha-sukhah ksami

santustah satatam yogi

yatatma drdha-niscayah

mayy arpita-mano-buddhir

yo mad-bhaktah sa me priyah"

Meaning: One who is not envious but is a kind friend to all living entities, who does not think himself a proprietor and is free from false ego, who is equal in both happiness and distress, who is tolerant, always satisfied, self-controlled, and engaged in devotional service with determination, his mind and intelligence fixed on Me — such a devotee of Mine is very dear to Me.

Bhagavad-gita

Essence of Religion

2009-03-10T00:28:00.000-07:00

Each soul is potentially divine.

The goal is to manifest this Divinity within by controlling nature, external and internal.

Do this either by work, or worship, or psychic control, or philosophy — by one, or more, or all of these — and be free.

This is the whole of religion. Doctrines, or dogmas, or rituals, or books, or temples, or forms, are but secondary details.

Swami Vivekananda

How To Write a Poem

2009-01-04T20:36:00.000-08:00

A well-known Japanese poet was asked how to compose a Chinese poem.

"The usual Chinese poem is four lines," he explains. "The first line contains the initial phase; the second line, the continuation of that phase; the third line turns from this subject and begins a new one; and the fourth line brings the first three lines together. A popular Japanese song illustrates this:

Two daughters of a silk merchant live in Kyoto.

The elder is twenty, the younger, eighteen.

A soldier may kill with his sword.

But these girls slay men with their eyes.

Zen Stories

Fabulous Fables

The Rose Within

Your Value

When You Know The Truth- Author Unknown

Rabi'a and the Scholar

Zen story -Obedience

Through The Window

Zen story- Truth explained

Diciplehood-Anonymous Sufi stories

Greatness by Anthony de Mello

Zen Story- Carrying burden

God is Present Everywhere

Salt

Knowing

Be Comfortable

Everything is sacred

Awakening

Please Retire

One God,One Truth

Laughing at the word two

Tranquility

Who Am I?

Melt In Love

Where Is The Beloved?

Be Patient

Love Transcend.

About Myself

Attitude

Religion

Conquering Anger

Who is a Devotee?

Essence of Religion

How To Write a Poem

Food & Work

Insight in Revenge

Right & Wrong

Tribute To Wise

Dwelling In Thoughts

Obedience

Is That So?

Overcoming Intoxication

Art of Listening

Full Journey

An Atheist

Wise & Fool

Angry

How To Be Wise

Real Change

Friday Night

The Burqa

The Debt

Every One Is Right

I Am He

Reaching The Source

Everything Will Pass

Clinging

Exemplary Leader

Believing The Wise

Things Are Not Seen As Perceived

Loving God

Disturbence

Loosing A Book

Giving Tips

The Gift

Good/Bad Man

Helping Hand

Judgment Day

Spiritual Light

Beyond This World

Killing Enemies

Handling Difficult People

Egoless

Holy Prayer

Give Value

Meaning

Worshipping The Tomb

Heaven & Hell

The Love

Freedom

Who Wants God?