Intelepciuni simple si povesti cu talc
Cand eram copil bunicii mei imi spuneau sau imi citeau povesti, intrebari…oameni simpli dar compelcsi, intelepti, cum i-as numi eu.
Focul se stinge cu apa, dar cand vine apa, ce faci ? A venit un potop mare ; omul sarac s-a suit in copac cu 3 placinte ; omul bogat cu 3 galbeni. In prima zi saracul a mancat o jumatate de placinta, bogatul a mai strans o gaura la curea ; in a doua zi la fel si tot asa ; intr-o zi, spre apus, a venit o barca si a salvat doar un om ; pe care ? Voi ce povesti sau pilde invatate de la unii sau de la altii stiti? |
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Zen master Ryokan was walking on the beach. A storm had just blown over. Hundreds of starfish had been washed up by the waves; they were beginning to die in the sharp sunlight. Ryokan picked up the starfish one by one and threw them back into the sea.
A fisherman who had been observing Ryokan came up to him. “Why do you do this? Every time there’s a storm, this happens. You can’t save them all, so what difference does your attempt make?”
It will make a difference – to this one, replied Ryokan, as he flung yet another starfish into the water.
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