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In the gardens of the Palace of an emperor lived a Nightingale whose singing was especially beautiful. Everyone knew it and praised, less the emperor who, very busy in their imperial business for a long time who had not gone to the garden and had not been able to hear her singing.
One day, his courtiers decided to celebrate the Emperor's birthday with a big party in the garden. While there, the Emperor heard the Nightingale and was so drunk with his singing came to tears of emotion.
-I saw tears in the eyes of the Emperor, that is my greatest treasure! -Bird said rejecting the gifts offered.
So the emperor could continuously enjoy their songs, they caught the Nightingale and put him in a cage who settled in the imperial room. Nightingale continued singing, but her voice turned sad.
Connoisseurs of the love of the emperor by nightingales, the inhabitants of the neighboring country was sent a Nightingale of gold and precious stones. Across the Court, including the Emperor, was seduced by the Nightingale mechanical and soon forgot the other, the real one, was languishing sadness and loneliness.
Inadvertently in charge of cleaning the cage, the Nightingale escaped and, to regain their liberty, reunited the joy and again its song was a Clarion of light...
He spent the time, ill Emperor, invaded her sadness and then añoró the clear song of the Nightingale. They brought him the Golden Nightingale, but it failed to give back the joy.
When the Nightingale learned of the illness of the King, flew to his window and he dedicated his best songs. To hear it, the King regained joy and very soon with her health.
-You will be already always with me - the King - said. I will give you anything you want, I'll send that to build you a golden cage. You will always live in my hand, without danger, or threats, without having to endure the cold and hunger in the winter...
-I don't want your gifts, your cage - the Nightingale answered-. If you want to make me happy, I ask only one thing: Let me flying freely. I will come visit you whenever I want and then my song will always be clean and transparent.
Let the person that you love the enjoyment of their freedom. True love does not limit or moor, it not cages in the unit, but rather it gives wings to the heart
to undertake the flight of his own freedom. Love a person is to help you to discover your own path and give encouragement and support to walk it with authenticity. This is the Mission of the true master: illuminate roads and give hand to sean trips with freedom. It is also the Mission of genuine parents:
And a woman carrying a child in his arms he said: speak to us of children.
And he said:
Their children are not of you.
They are the sons and daughters of the lust for life itself. They come through you but are not yours.
And even if they live with you, they do not belong to them. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. They may harbor their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the mansion of the morning, you can not visit, not even in dreams. They may strive to be like them,
but do not try to make them like you. Since life does not back up, or it is stopped in yesterday. You are the arches with their children, which vivas, arrow keys are released.
The Archer sees the target in the path of the infinite, and he, with his power, tighten them so that their arrows can fly fast and far.
That tension that causes them the hand of goalie is their joy, since as he loves the arrow that flies, also loves the arch that remains stationary.
(Gibran Khalil Gibran: the Prophet)
Teaches your students to appreciate the true beauty that manifests itself in a sunset, a starry night, the transparent singing of birds, the murmur of the water between the rocks, the quiet caress of a flower that is humble in the side of the road. Modern culture teaches us to appreciate only the material things and makes us unable to open us to the mystery of creation and life. Therefore, live sunken in banality, with heart trapped by piles of things that fascinate us, with which we try to fill our empty and clothe us to relieve our hearts cold... We have lost the ability of admiration and amazement and, as a result, we are not able to open us to the transcendental. They have a late San Francisco of Assisi began to play the bells as if there were a fire. People came out scared from their homes and when they asked Francisco what was going on, he told the Holy with his eyes caught by the fascination: "See that incredible sunset and praise in the presence of God".
The obsession with the material does not leave us to discover the real value of each one. The tragedy of our times is that we value things more
that people. We value people only things who have and those who have nothing or very little not value them. We forget that every human being has an absolute value, is unique and unrepeatable, it was born with the Mission of living and carried out to the fullest. In the previous story, the Nightingale is the most sensible of all. Values feelings above all: can see the tears of the King, languishes when they surround it and when you feel that they prefer the fake Nightingale, but is able to ignore previous oblivion and returns to sing for the King when you get sick. The King recovers to find someone (the Nightingale) making it to recover their feelings. Therefore, it comes to life. Vitalize all contact with our feelings. Hence the duty to be nightingales to others, to help them discover their feelings, to value more the being and the feel that you have or the make.
The Nightingale prefer their freedom to the possessive love of the King, to the safety of a golden cage. A caged bird is a bird without horizons, without the ability to fly, full of false assurances. Afraid to be free. In the cage there is security, food, heat... Outside there are hunters, cold, blizzards... Caged in our accommodations, we are afraid to live, to find us in the open space, to be free. We are filled with chains, build balusters to the soul, and from our golden cages call us free. The desire for safety makes us miss prison. To live in a cage, wings do not lack. To instruct, to repeat songs to teach live in cages, Golden, wings do not lack. Rather, they clog. We need an education that combats fear to live, the fear of flying, which open the doors of the cages and stimulate in students a passion for risk and freedom, by flights of height, which combats the buts that are afraid the commitment and dedication. If we don't teach students to fly, soon the wings will die them:
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The tame bird lived in the cage, and free in the forest bird. But his destination was found and the time had come.
Free bird sang: "love, fly to the forest". Jail bird said softly: "see you here; live both in the cage". Free bird said: "Behind bars not can open my wings". "Ow!" sighed the jail bird, "I know I pose me in heaven?".
Free bird sang: "My love, sings songs of the countryside". Jail bird said: "Estate at my side, I will teach you the song of the wise". Free bird sang: "No, no, no; No one can teach the songs". Jail bird said: "Oh!, I don't know the songs of the countryside".
His love is infinite yearning, they can't fly wing to wing. They are regarded are regarded across the cage irons, and vain is their wish. They flap nostalgic and sing: "Get more, get more". The free bird cries out: "No
I can! "Fear your closed cage!." Jail bird sings softly: 'Oh, I can not! My wings have died!"