Stories and Poems


Stories from some of the cards...




Story: “Every Seed is Different”
Once upon a time, long ago, there was a king who lived in a big
palace. He was growing very old... he needed to find an heir to his
throne. He thought long and hard about how he could find the best
leader for his kingdom, and finally, he came up with a great idea.
The king called all the animals of the forest to come forth. He
greeted them, opening his hands to reveal seeds of different colors,
sizes and textures. Giving each animal a seed, the king announced
with a firm voice: “Come back next spring, and show me what your
seed has become.”
The crow flew away, excited to show off her great gardening
skills. The peaceful camel calmly made his way back home with his
seed protected between his humps. The scorpion scuttled away
carrying his seed pinched between his claws. The turtle balanced her
seed on top of her big shell; the peacock strutted off with his seed
hidden in his feathers. The toad held onto his seed tight with every
jump, and the lion placed his in his mane. The squirrel carried her
seed between her ears, and the dog and cat carried theirs in their
mouths, traveling quietly, without saying a word so as not to drop
the precious seed. The eagle balanced her seed on her beak. The
elephant placed his on his trunk; the monkey grabbed his with his
curly tale.
And little Miss Frog? She decided to bring a shell with her so she
could carry her seed in it. She thought the seed would love to listen
to the sound of the ocean before she planted
it in the earth. With great care Miss Frog walked all the way
home without hopping even once, gently carrying the shell with her
seed inside.
Winter came and went. Every morning when the sun came up,
Miss Frog watered her seed, which was still in a sleepy trance
after having endured the cold winter. Then spring arrived and it was
time to go back to the king’s palace. Miss Frog couldn’t
understand why her seed hadn’t woken up yet. She sang to it, she
watered it… but nothing happened.


On the way to the king’s gathering, the crow screeched out how

big and purple his flower was. The peaceful camel didn’t say a word
and left everyone wondering; the monkey, with a grin on his face,
said that his flower was yellow one day and red the next; the toad
boasted how huge his flower was… and Miss Frog?
Nothing, not even a sprout. Her friends suggested she’d better not
show up at the palace. But she decided to go anyway and tell the
king the truth. This time she moved quickly with her empty
flowerpot, jumping high up to the skies.
The king welcomed all the animals and looked very carefully at
their flowers. Many of the animals were not there.
Miss Frog remained quiet, looking all around the room in
observation. The king approached her, looked at the empty pot and
suddenly gave her a giant, warm hug. He placed the crown on her
head and congratulated her.
Miss Frog was puzzled. “But, but, your Majesty…” she
stuttered, “I don’t even have a single flower – just an empty pot.”
The king moved some of the soil in her flowerpot around to
reveal a tiny hidden sprout and said, “Your seed comes from a tree
that grows very slowly, but it is big and strong. I congratulate you
for having the courage to tell the truth. 
You will be the future empress!



Card number 3, Lila:
(True story)



Story: “Letter Balloons”
It was Govinda’s first day volunteering at the children’s hospital.
She was a little nervous. She really didn't know how to help the
children...
“What can I do for a kid who is in a hospital bed?” She asked herself
on the way there. The only thing she could think of was to pray
for help. Suddenly her intuition told her to buy some balloons so
the children could write a letter on them.
Govinda listened to her intuition and bought the balloons –
and what a blessing it was to see the kids so excited about the idea!
What a beautiful game; what a beautiful Lila!
Govinda has been visiting the children’s hospital for quite
some time now, and she has witnessed the writing of hundreds
of Letter Balloons. The children even created the “Balloon
Club”. Most of the kids write their first Letter Balloon to their
mother, then to their father, their grandparents, siblings,
friends, nurses and so on... but there was one boy who wrote
his first Letter Balloon to his parrot! It was a very funny
balloon!
It started like this: “Dear Parrot: I wish you would stop saying
to me, ‘HELLO, SILLY PEPPER!...’”

Card number 5: The Lion




Story: “The Lion’s Roar”
Once upon a time, there was a lion who loved to bite his
fingernails. This caused him certain trouble. The other lions in his
pride made fun of him, telling him he wouldn’t be able to hunt or
climb with his butterfly fingernails…
“Butterflies don’t have fingernails,” he’d say indifferently as
he walked away. “They have wings.”
But on the inside the lion wasn’t happy with himself, and he
felt all alone. This made him nervous, which caused him to bite
his fingernails even more – so much that sometimes they would
bleed.
One day the lion was walking alone through the forest, and as
he crossed over a stream he heard a tiny voice coming from the
water. It was Miss Frog and she was singing:
“You are a lion,
You are a roar.
Remember, remember
The lion is yours.”
The lion watched while Miss Frog jumped to the bottom of
the stream and buried herself in the moss. And he thought, “It’s
been so long since I’ve roared, I’ve almost forgotten how!”
Suddenly his body started to shake, and he took off running
deep into the forest to a secret area, next to some big rocks. The
lion always came to this place when he was sad to listen to the
silence. But this time he had a different purpose.
He roared and roared without stopping, day after day and
night after night. He was overjoyed for having reconnected with
his own power and strength. His roar bellowed deep from within
and shook the whole forest. Each time it was louder, stronger,
more powerful.
All of a sudden the lion opened his eyes and looked around. All the
other lions from his pride were standing in front of him, listening
humbly. From this day on, the lion’s roar
continues to resonate throughout the whole forest.



Card number 25, The Stick:






Story: “Surrender to the Fire”
I remember when my soft hair was gold and beautiful. I used to
wear a silver necklace. The hands that moved me were very soft.
The floor that I swept was almost always clean.
Ah, to be the broom of a palace! Those were the days. Now,
everything’s changed. It’s cold outside, and I’ve been thrown out
in the middle of the snowy forest. My soft hair has turned into stiff
bristles of straw. My necklace has completely fallen off.
Oh bothers… this wind always pushes me around and lifts me off
the ground. I fall down next to the feather duster. He was also
thrown away when the closet was cleaned out. We are both old
and useless.
Wait, what’s that? There’s an old man approaching. He’s gathering
wood. I pick myself up as best I can so he’ll see me.
Halleluyah! He picks me up! I am so happy in his arms...
We arrive at a small village surrounded by snowy mountains. The
old man takes me inside a little house where there’s an old lady
knitting next to the fireplace. It is very cold. I feel that I have to
surrender myself to the fire. The fire’s whispers embrace me. I let
go. My wood is transformed into heat. The whispering crackle of
the fire becomes a song.
The old lady brings her hands close to the rekindled fire. The
couple look at each other, full of peace and tenderness. The
warmth of their smiles embraces us all.


Card number 26, The Scorpion:




Story: “See Only the Good”
An ancient folktale tells of a scorpion that wanted to cross a
river. He crawled up to the river’s edge and asked a frog to carry
him across. The skeptical frog asked the scorpion if he planned on
stinging him with his poisonous tail, being so close. The scorpion
laughed and answered ironically, “If I sting you, you’d drown and
then I’d drown with you. Now that would be silly, wouldn't it?”
So the frog agreed to carry the scorpion across the river, and
as they approached the other side the scorpion suddenly stung the
frog. While they were drowning the frog asked the scorpion,
“Why?” And the scorpion answered, “Because it’s my nature.”
In our own story, which is not ancient but rather very new (we
are actually making it up as we go, but shh, it’s a secret!), the frog
is not doubtful at all. It doesn't even occur to him to ask the
scorpion such a question. Instead, he tells the scorpion to hold on
tight to his neck so he doesn't get wet. The whole time they are
crossing the river the frog asks the scorpion a ton of questions,
like what his (this no)favorite color was and his favorite place to rest. He
even asks the scorpion to sing him a song. They continue
exchanging words and stories and before they know it, they are at
the other side of the river. The scorpion jumps off the frog’s neck
and thanks him for being so friendly.



Poem that comes with the card number 27, Gaia:

Poem: “Time to Transform”

The drums are calling,
The sap is flowing,
The roots are growing,
The seeds are blowing.
They settle in your belly,
Your fertile embrace...
Until you wake them up
With your heartbeat’s pace
And you tell them:
“Arise; the sun is warm!
Break open your shell
It’s time to transform”.


Poem and Song that comes with the card number 30
 
“Labyrinth of God”
From a tiny ant
To the marvelous whale
The heart of God
Beats in every cell.
We are light
In this Universe
The labyrinth of God
Creation’s verse.
The moon, the lion, the scorpion,
The toad and the frog.
The camel, the monkey, the snake
And the friendly dog.
Whales, dolphins, butterflies,
Bluebirds that sing.
Mountains, rivers, the fire,
The light in our being.
Cats and squirrels
Through the labyrinth they go
Cycles in motion
Through the Universe we flow.
Babies and laughter,
Singing the song
Of the labyrinth;
The labyrinth of God.
We’re born, we live,
We laugh, we cry too.
Life is a grand gift
To find our truth.
Remember we’re
sisters and brothers;
Help each other grow.
We stand holding hands
Because now we know.

We are one,
One here and now,
Labyrinth of love,
Labyrinth of God.

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