Comments on: Stories of kings and wise men

By: wanbliska

wanbliska — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 22:45:46 +0000

The kingdom of this world

“Your Majesty, on the other hand, has only this kingdom.”

I already answered to that point. And yet I consider the things differently. As the King has also what the wiseman has. Indeed, everyday the sun arises for him also, and he can climb a mountain whenever he wants to…
Now, the king has got no time to profit of all, as he’s too preoccupied by his kingdom.

The ancestor’s bones

Harsh work, anyway… We only go out of life with the acts we did.
A real world of love and compassion should be based on no money, nor corporations, but sharing.

What is a proof is that a wiseman would never accept to be a king. And it goes as well for money than soul.

Fetch another sort of doctor

It is possible to be healed without talking, or dumb people would never be.
But maybe I did not understand quite well the meaning of the tale.

Love to you all.

By: katya

katya — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:48:51 +0000

I believe the word’ s power can heal.
Words are everything I have to be myself, to make this world better, to change my life’s path.
Thanks to them I am who I am. And I am proud with that.
Sometimes the words make us different, but never impersonal.

By: katya

katya — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:42:44 +0000

I believe the word’ s power can hile.
Words are everything I have to be myself, to make this world better, to change my life’s path.
Thanks to them I am who I am. And I am proud with that.
Sometimes the words make us different, but never impersonal.

By: Tania

Tania — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:05:40 +0000

Who would not want to have the Moon , and the Sun in their heart and soul .Blessings Tania

By: SanityFound

SanityFound — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 22:11:39 +0000

I love each and everyone of these parables, so true to life in every sense, opens the mind even more than it was but a moment ago!

By: Agnieszka

Agnieszka — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 21:28:23 +0000

We’re all simple people,
we go different ways
to reach heaven on earth,
to count night and days,
we dream of the light,
giving all we have,
for just a moment of smile,
moment of…breath.

love
Agnieszka