Monday, April 27, 2009

THE REAL MEANING OF PEACE


There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist
who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them.


One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest - in perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why?

"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace."

2 comments:

pixiepixie said...

:)

i agree with the story. still trying to find that inner peace in me though...

miss u auntie!

masterwordsmith said...

Hi dearie

Ah - sometimes that peace is within us but the noise of our worries deafen us to that peace :-)...

Jon is with K Jin this afternoon...I wrote a post about him in my other blog at unplugged called "Reflections of a Sentimental Mom"...

I miss you too and hope that the next time you are back in Penang, we WILL meet ok?

hugs