Children are those who inherit our hopes for a better world, while our mediocrity. It is they who are on their fragile shoulders the weight of our behavior, our laws and customs, and they drown their childhood magic to change a rotten world of competition and comfort, the speed and consumption, by inertia and mechanicalness.
When I look in the eyes of a child's face I see hope, but I also see fog as the tears of a future where there are no gardens, no joy. The music noise comes and goes. Gone are the bright clear water rivers and sewers are unclean. It is the turquoise sea to become a lead where the brothers dead fish suffocate. Brother will also golden sunshine and dewdrops are slowly slipping through the leaves of apple trees in May.
When I look in the eyes of a child feel ashamed. I feel ashamed when I have to talk about what we have done our common home of the world. Of what we inherited.
feel ashamed of not being able to offer the ability to grow smooth and clean. Without prejudice, without borders, without ideologies, without creeds.
I feel ashamed when I see what we call "education" is not but according to our mistakes, and a heavy chain that stretched back for centuries immemorial. Place it in our beliefs, which usually kills the naturalness and sincerity. Place it in our complexes, which have made the cave man's heart of bitterness and jealousy instead of an open valley and sunny.
I also feel ashamed when I see that what we teach is just swallow them without being digested thoughts. D ela show them the way memory and not understanding.
That the books are an open window and not a window with bars. The books are thoughts Canned we must take to the mental body is fed from the observation of the Holy Nature and environment make to develop the special strength of body and mind and is born something really rare in humans, the creative genius.
Tilt your head a book that talks about the stars and do not know that simply raising it, can you hear what they say! That education is not this. Believe me I have seen the look of many children and very few I have seen the cleaning of joy. So soon begin to suffer? What are we doing? What's inside and outside of us that makes us treat them with violence? Make them are the discharge of our stress? They, the world's only hope. They are our future.
By simply guide them, we should cleanse. For the simple fact of not losing on the road "themselves" should be sought. By simply speaking of love, we should be LOVE.
When I look in the eyes of a child, whether in an old body, I see a flame of hope. One possibility, a new road to the dream of mankind: The Harmony of all with all that this be Planet Earth, I have only one in search of Light.
all work for it. Adelante!
Zolsaihan: Conversations with the Master - Part.
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