The splashes of life-- A famous Indian story

The splashes of life

Dear Sir or Madam,

Sorry I don’t know who you are, so I write this words on my blog to you.

Thanks so much for your message where you sent it into my email box and blog. For a lots of thanks, I copy the article to you and myself and I love all the people . Because I still believe where there is great love, there are always miracles. And I have to tell you that you told me the story about HIM, whatever it is true or not, that is really not important to me, cause today and tomorrow is still fantastic to me and everyone include you and others, and that is we need!!!

Give other freedom, then you own the beautiful world.

Best wishes always to you!

                                                                                                                --Zoe

There is a famous Indian story handed down from generation to generation!

My grandfather took me to the fish pond on the farm when I was about seven, and he told me to throw a stone into the water. He told me to watch the circles created by the stone. Then he asked me to think of myself as that stone.

"You may create lots of splashes in your life, but the waves that come from those splashes will disturb the peace of all your fellow creatures," he said.

"Remember that you are responsible for what you put in your circle and that circle will also touch many other circles."

"You will need to live in a way that allows the good that comes from your circle to send the peace of that goodness to others. The splash that comes from anger or jealousy will send those feelings to other circles. You are responsible for both."

That was the first time I realized that each person creates the inner peace or discord that flows out into the world. We cannot create world peace if we are riddled with inner conflict, hatred, doubt, or anger.

We radiate the feelings and thoughts that we hold inside, whether we speak them or not. Whatever is splashing around inside of us is spilling out into the world, creating beauty or discord with all other circles of life.                                                                                

Waiting only make life sweeter-1

Love gets beautified with miss
                                by Xiao Qi Lai

I had thought to love someone

Can be done speechlessly

Without the consciousness of him

I took an oath

To cherish this beauteous affection

Into my memory, merely my memory



If I did not think of the possibility of losing you

Losing the love that weighs so heavy in my life

If I did not call your name desperately in my dream again,

and get awakened stunningly

Maybe, our love would turn out to be a perpetual secret



Bathing in my endless miss and prayers for you

I’m feeling happy all the time

Have been waiting till now, I have not the slightest cue

What the result might be

Or maybe, I did not even turn over the result.



I have been expecting

That I can tell you in the pose of waiting

That my love to you is authentic

It can be challenged by time and space.



All the plots we mutually shared

Become crystal-clear

Become instantly touchable,

Though they are actually thousands of miles away

I am wondering

Whether the longer I cover my love, the stronger it will become.

The days you were not with me

My miss was crazily growing like weeds



Maybe I am reluctant to lose any possibility of staying with you

And reluctant to witness my carved miss and awaiting covered with dust as time streaming by.

I free myself by self-encouraging.



I do not believe

It is a momentary matter from physical distance to mental distance.

I do not believe

Our love is so vulnerable after being tortured by time

I do not believe

Silent awaiting would turn out to be unavailing.


If sowing can always open arms to reaping

Then I suspect whether I have ever sowed

Or I have been too frugal.

I have to wait silently

I suspect whether testing my confidence and deeds stemming from love


Rendered me lose the opportunity.

Wish you an exquisite dream tonight

If you stretch your sweet smile in your dream

That is because of my wishes conveyed by moon and breeze from me.

Loving you is, after all, kind of slight sentiment.