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The Cracked Pot- A Fable A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of it's accomplishments, for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of it's own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what was perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. " I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The bearer said to the pot, " Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house." Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
Unknown "Shye" Intrigued
- 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago
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Never I never thought I would see this day. Now I'am telling you to go away, Things just didn't work out for me and you, And you know it wasn't true. It's hard to fall aslep at night Because all I can remember is our last fight. So all I can say is I hope you forgive me As I do you.
Unknown "Shye" Intrigued
- 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago
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If you treat an individal as he is, he will remain as he as. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be!
Unknown "Shye" Intrigued
- 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago
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Imprints When I resolve into the essence That I most truely am, I feel a deep connection With every living thing. For that which most imbues me With my identity Is somehow in the other,too, So that when I look around I see myself- reflected. Hidden in this union Is the wonderful discovery That if indeed the angels Have wings- Then so do I. And if the essence of a flower Drifts out on a gentle brezze- Then so do I. And if the midnight sky Is radiant with light- Then so am I. And if the silent mystery Somehow becomes revealed In tiny dewdrops fair- Then so will I. For every loving thing Manifests the essence Of which I am a part, So beware, my soul, beware, And move with gentle heart Throughout this mystic veil. For if Love has left its imprint here- Then so have I!
Unknown "Shye" Intrigued
- 16 years, 9 months, 4 days ago
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Anonymous There are stories from long ago, Few have ever known them though, Since every person on this earth, Has lived a life 'tween death and birth, Their eyes have seen, their ears have heard, And battles fought ans sickness cured, And every path will bend and turn, And everyone will live and learn, Then finally when they are dead, Will their names again be said/ Or will their story from young to old, Be one more story never told!
Unknown "Shye" Intrigued
- 16 years, 10 months, 1 day ago
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