People feed on words,
Hue by words,
would fall apart without them.
A beggar tugged at the sleeves of a passer-by and begged for money to buy a cup of
coffee. This was his tale: “There was a time, sir, when I was a wealthy
businessman just like you. I worked hard all day long. On my desk was the motto:
THINK CREATIVELY, ACT DECISIVELY, LIVE DANGEROUSLY. That’s the motto I lived by-
and money just kept pouring in. And then... and then... (the beggar’s frame shook
with sobs)”... the cleaning woman threw my motto out with the trash.”
When you sweep out the temple courtyard don’t stop to read the old newspapers.
When you are cleaning out your heart doesn’t stop to flirt with words.
🙂