Surfer's story: Love
Remember not to hoard your love or calculate. Don't be stingy. You will loose everything. Instead, let your love bloom and share it, give it, let it grow.
A great king had three sons, and he wanted to choose one to be his heir. And it was very difficult, because all three were very intelligent, very courageous. And they were triplets-all of the same age-so there was no way to judge. So he asked a great sage, and the sage suggested an idea.
The king went home and asked all the three sons to come. And he gave them each one bag of flower seeds, and told them that he was going on a religious pilgrimage. "It will take a few years-one, two, three, maybe more. And this is a kind of test for you. These seeds you will have to give back to me when I return. And he left for the pilgrimage.
The first son thought, "what should I do with these seeds?" he locked them in an iron safe-because when the father returned, he would have to return them as they were.
The second son thought, "If I lock them up as my brother has done, they will die.
And a dead seed is not a seed at all." so he went into the market and sold the seeds and kept the money. And he thought, "When my father comes I will go to the market, purchase new seeds, and give him back better than the first."
But the third went into the garden and threw the seeds all over the place.
After three years when the father came back, the first son opened his safe. The seeds were all dead, stinking. And the father said," what! These are the seeds I have given to you? They had the possibility of blooming into flowers and giving great perfumes-and these seeds are stinking! These are not my seeds!" the son insisted that they were the same seeds, and the father said, "You are a materialist."
The second son rushed to the market, purchased seeds, came back home and presented them to his father. The father said, "but these are not the same. Your idea was better than the first, but you are not yet as capable as I would like you to be. You are a psychologist."
He went to the third with great hope, and fear too: "what has he done?" and the third son took him into the garden and there were millions of plants blooming, millions of flowers all around. And the son said, "These are the seeds you gave me. As soon as they are ready, I will collect the seeds and give them back to you."
The father said, "You are my heir. This is how one should behave with seeds."
The hoarder will not understand life, and the calculating mind will also miss it. Only a creative mind can understand it. That is the beauty of flowers-they cannot be hoarded.
They represent god: god cannot be hoarded. They represent love: love cannot be hoarded.
It is not just an only incident when a flower has played the symbol of love, down the ages, in all the countries, for all kind of societies. Love is like a flower-when it starts blooming in you, you have to share it you have to give it. And the more you give, the more love grows. If you go on giving, a day comes when you become a constant infinite source of love.
Rotary Public School