Scattered thoughts

The sales girl scooped up a near lifeless tiny frog, and instinctively put it back into the tank. I asked her why and she explained that they don’t sell dead frogs as it would poison the fishes when being fed upon. I wanted very much to save its life even though there was only a small chance the frog would survive when being released into the wild. So I told the her to put it into another plastic bag. At the counter, I asked the lady boss to sell a little cheaper since the condition of the frog was a tad fragile, it might be dead any time soon. She instead suggested I might as well not take it, but my heart whispered otherwise, and I paid even though she refused to provide a discount.

All life forms are precious and equal, tiny frogs included, hence deserved to be treated with compassion and respect in their search for continued existence on this earth, even more so during these very uncertain, turbulent times of our lives..

The near lifeless frog, I hope it would against all odds,get a second chance at life.
My beloved sister sent me an email from the village containing some spiritual food for thoughts,to soothe this moody and contemplative soul, on a quiet Friday night: -

把自己的心安住在現在
煩煩惱惱要過一生
快快樂樂也要過一生
為自己找個好方法
讓自己安住 安靜的過活
很多事情不是用想就可以解決的不是嗎?
今天在經集
一部經典裡看到這樣的一句話想和分享

佛答闍多迦尼問時說: 消滅過去之事 排除將來之事
也不執著現在之事 便能平靜的生活~~~共勉之

It helps lift up the spirit a bit. I am sometimes just like a lost child needing a gentle pat on the back, to lead me back onto the right path again. Just a little reminder like this to help me focus on the presence, not the past nor the future, for I believe things will fall into its place when you take care of the presence.

It may just will...

So I shed a few tears, let the moment pass, and I am fine again.

Fleeting beauty of a white flower

無常的花
A white lovely flower I like to smell,
the scent tantalizingly alluring,
sitting bright, young and fresh,
on the stem of a sturdy old plant,
I gleefully plucked it off from its safe dwelling,
to bring it back home
hoping its freshness and smell will stay on,
as picture of its perpetual scent and attractiveness,
being naively painted in my head…

But it quickly withered and died a day after,
transforming into a darkened lump of dried and crumbled petals,
demonstrating quietly, yet unwillingly,
of the swiftness with which it changes its physical beauty.

I despaired a little,
over this somewhat glaring facts,
that impermanence and fragility,
have reared its little ugly heads,
but all with noble intention,
urging us to learn to live in the moments,
to treasure, to appreciate
to learn to love with our hearts
and to give while we can
before all that is worthwhile and good
perish into a cottony cloud of nothingness…