Love makes you grow only by giving it others!!

Thank you, Paulo. Great story.

Gassho,
Uku

I just read this story yesterday in your book “Like The Flowing River”.
Its my favorite story. It brought back my faith in love.
Thank you so much for writing this beautiful story.

Love,
Pari

With Prayer, Sem. Edison Marbella, Philippines

thank you,

Kiki

I agree…I felt also reminded yesterday, by reading this story.

Peace,
Nelson

looking the sea of admiration for the story, one may safelly assume that many more of us, will be willing to live a little more purpousefully ( which will be led by love and would lead us to love )every day, doing whatever ‘insgignificant’ thing we may be doing, a little more soulfully.

love
aditya

RAIN DIALOGUES

One raindrop says to another,
as they race each other to the ground:

“I’m destined
To be a part of a great river;
We would carve
The edge of stubborn earth
We will be the greatest architects”

The other raindrop, not about to be outdone,
Proclaims loud and clear:

“I will be a part
Of the rice field;
It would be a noble deed!
We will fill the multitudes;
We become
The human race!”

A raindrop passes them by, skeptic
He tauntingly asked:

“What if it wont happen?
What are you to do?”

Without doubt, the two replied:

“Then I believe
I will be a part of the sea;
Immeasurable, unconquerable;
A serene stillness, a raging storrn”

“And I precious
Drop to fill a well,
In a dry arid land.
I’d quench thirst, an oasis,
A blessing to man”

The skeptic shakes his beady head, amused
Speeding past a hundred raindrops,
His journey met a sudden death.

As the two raindrops near the ground;
The race about to end.The first cries out:

“Oh No! The river’s too far!”

The second:

“Oh No! I don’t see a rice field nearby!”
“Nor the sea or a well”

Both in despair
They meet their fate.
The first, on a woman’s cheek.
The second, on a child’s forehead
And were heard no more.

Seasons passed
Summer gave way to rain.
The two raindrops
Beyond the clouds
In blue heavens cleansed
Meet once again.

The first confessed to the other:

“I never made it to the river
Nor the unconquerable sea;
But I kissed the cheeks
Of a woman forlorn,
Hid her tears
And became a drop of love”

The second replied
Just as solemn as the first:

“I never did make it to the rice field,
Nor the well;
But I became a trickle
On a child’s face at play,
A peal of laughter,
A cherished memory.”

***I find the story of the dune and the cloud to be more deep and meaningful..That with even the smallest act of courage, a smallest act of love and kindness would eventually go a long long way. Like the blue light of love, spreading outwards….outwards…

Recently a sciend report indicated that clouds were teeming with microbiologic life on the order of magnitude than the population density of the earth.

My opinion is that love is the energy that binds the cosmos together, and the force through which all becomes whether we realize it or not. The dream of the world mistakes substance for solid.

So I see the unity of being such that clouds and dunes converse, fall in love and give to one another as entirely reasonable and ordinary and why don’t we live there ourselves, no?

By the way, shouldn’t “Love never dies – said the dune. – It transforms; and I want to show you Paradise.” be “Love never dies – said the cloud. – It transforms; and I want to show you Paradise.”?

Thanks Paulo, I love your story
Lewis

Pardon me, Paulo, did you meant – said the “cloud”?

I woke up, went to church then, afterwards whilst commuting for work I just had that feeling and sms myself.

I open my computer at work, and read this story, I find myself in such a happy state of self!

Thank You! Thank You Very Much!