tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post347957138460337443..comments2024-01-26T22:28:26.254-08:00Comments on early hours of sky: early hours of skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910786523636730240noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-67098340540684671632018-04-17T19:43:32.498-07:002018-04-17T19:43:32.498-07:00Your poem affected life?! Yes, you can share your ...Your poem affected life?! Yes, you can share your lovely poem and its great "after story" with the world... Submit now on LifePoemsProject.com<br />LifePoemsProject.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07538309740836924268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-24075734832152233502008-12-29T13:00:00.000-08:002008-12-29T13:00:00.000-08:00yep Lyle that sums it up EXACTLY.yep Lyle that sums it up EXACTLY.early hours of skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06910786523636730240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443526.post-54467047522219029042008-12-28T18:44:00.000-08:002008-12-28T18:44:00.000-08:00Someplace or other, years ago, I heard or read a j...Someplace or other, years ago, I heard or read a joke:<BR/><BR/>A spiritual seeker decided to go on a pilgrimage across the wide surface of the earth, to find out once and for all what was the true meaning of life.<BR/><BR/>The seeker sought out teachers and sages and philosophers of all kinds, in every place high and low on the earth -- sailing the seas, roaming vast deserts, climbing the highest mountain ranges.<BR/><BR/>All of the people the seeker talked to kept mentioning one particular teacher, of surpassing wisdom, who lived a hermit's existence on a nearly inaccessible mountaintop in a remote region of the world.<BR/><BR/>So the seeker set off, across streams and rivers and great plains, through snow and wind and rain and blazing sun, finally reaching the fabled mountain. Then up the perilous mountain slope, battling the ferocious elements, finally reaching the top of the mountain. And there, in blissful contemplation, sat the great wise teacher.<BR/><BR/>"Teacher, teacher," said the seeker. "I've traveled the world over, crossed oceans and deserts and mountain ranges, to come here and ask you one question. Please, I must know the answer."<BR/><BR/>"So ask," said the teacher.<BR/><BR/>Summoning up courage, the seeker said, "What is the meaning of life?"<BR/><BR/>The teacher reflected for a few moments, in which the only sound to be heard was the whistling of the mountain wind off the step slopes and high ridges. Then the teacher answered:<BR/><BR/>"Life... is a river without end."<BR/><BR/>The seeker sat dumbfounded. "What?! I travel all over the world, through every kind of weather, enduring every kind of hardship, and all I get from you is this -- life is a river without end?!"<BR/><BR/>And the teacher gave a surprised look, and said, "You mean it's not?"Lyle Daggetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10731915540520704368noreply@blogger.com