Heart

Once there was a monk walking along a river in the forest.
Walking halfway down the stream, he begin to hear soft sobs of sorrow.
"Who would it be?" He wondered as no one would come to this stream usually.

As he continued his stroll down the stream, he saw a beautiful young lady sitting on a big rock by the stream.
"What happened young lady?" asked the old monk with concern in his voice.

With tears on her beautiful cheeks, the young lady replied
"My beau left me." "I thought we were meant to be, I loved him so."
"He matters to me so, how am I going to live without him?"
Finishing her sentence, she turned away and look afar, lost in the sadness of her own. Dejected and seemly hopeless.

The monk asked,
"How was it that he left you, how was it that the two of you met?"
The lady shared with the monk the things that had happened, the beautiful memories that had turn into a black and white past. The sweet whispers that had once carried her through the lonely nights.

Soon, the lady stopped. Sitting on the rock, the trickling of the water in the stream the chirping of the birds on the trees seem so peaceful and smoothing.

Silence was between the two of them.

The monk shared.
"Look at the stream doesnt it flow while you were speaking?"
"Listen to the breeze, doesnt it serenade when you were crying?"
"What you've lost is like this piece of stone that sits in the river, being washed by the water, and one day it would just be yet another piece of stone, one in that pile."

"What he has lost, is like the water, your love that flows from your heart, one that could bring life to his thirsty heart, one that brings everlasting happiness that only the 2 of you could share." "That he has not appreciated and lost."

"Run along now my little one, there are so many waiting for you, the friends that are around you, just as the fishes in the sea, the family members, just as the people living downstream, and the chosen one, just as the big strong tree waiting for you to water him."

"What you have lost is nothing compared to what he has lost."

"Love, and be love i pray you."

Looking up, as though light has just shine into her world of emptiness, the young lady stretched her hand and reach out for a piece of stone. Picking it up, dropping it back to the pile that was already there.

Stepping in, she bended down and scoop up a handful of water, drinking in fully, letting her body be rejuvenated.

Watching her from afar as she nurses her heart, the monk continued his stroll down the river.

Be Bless!
Love,
Amanda