Focus *

There are moments in life that may be tough to say, however we can still be able to understand these moments and make it for the better.  During these moments we need the ability of focus.  What is focus?  From a lens point of view, it is a gradual turn.  From a life point of view, it can be stability and balance.  In the darkest times, it is light.  In emotional times, we need to adjust the point of view to a better focus toward happiness, love, and peace.  It is important to be in focus, thus we can be able to come back to the clarity in life.

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Bird in the Shell

There is a story of a man trying to help a bird from a shell…

There once was a man who was walking by and witness a bird hatching.  The man thought it was a wonder to stumble upon a miracle of life.  It was an egg shell about as the size of one inch or two.  The egg shell moved around shaking back and forth.  Suddenly, a chip folded out and a beak peered out.  The bird appeared struggling to get out of the shell.  It tried and tried.  The man felt sympathy for the bird and decided to help it a little.  The man teared the rest of the chip and soon after, the bird managed to get out of the egg.  It spread its little wings and jumped into the air to fly.  Unfortunately, the bird fell from the tree.

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Relationships *

The strongest connection we have are with those that are connected to life with us.  Rather of what one may have, which is defined as far as just mere possessions.  Possessions could have a detailed likeness that could give us what we need at moments in our life.  There is a kind of depth that cannot be compared as to a heart to heart connection.  If deemed  as items that could be stored in just any locked box in the closet, there is not true value to it.  If only to be seen as black and white or maybe gray, it lacks the life providing that inner warmth.

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Craftsmanship

Clang.  Clang.  Clang.  A loud noise hits the iron surface.  Smothering heat and gas fills the surrounding area.  Piping hot, auburn red, beating dents are of the elements to describe the work at hand, yet all while a warm glow kindly emits from a metal rod.  A hammer yet again hits upon the surface smoothing the cylinder to make the form it was suppose to appear.  This is a pivotal time to make a piece of rod from what forms in the mind to a true possibility.  Of course, there is an intended form from the beginning to the end.  Though what comes to thought is that there is a process from creating a blue print, connecting these thoughts to a real arrangement.  The road map helps build the wonder in the mind, though craftsmanship helps the integrity of the whole project.

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For the Better *

We can try, try, and try in what we do.  It could be a wall hindering us.  Straight ahead a wall built just as high as you are.  Though, moving in the unknown, there is no wall to see.  Working hard, you push your body to the limits.  Working hard, you push your mind to the limits.  While in your try, this wall keeps hitting into you, or rather you keep hitting into it.  Nevertheless, you try your earnest in all you can.  As you feel around, subtle at first, you notice that a wall is in front of you.  You feel the edges and layered grooves.  As you feel around, you find where the vertical and horizontal coincides.  Picking yourself up to the level above, it turns out that it was a step for you to begin again new to the better.  Do the best you can in all that you do.
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The Flower Sermon

Buddha picked a flower in front of the followers…

Toward the end of his life, the Buddha took his disciples to a quiet pond for instruction. As they had done so many times before, the Buddha’s followers sat in a small circle around him, and waited for the teaching.

But this time the Buddha had no words. He reached into the muck and pulled up a lotus flower. And he held it silently before them, its roots dripping mud and water.

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