A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don’t know ourselves!
May our heart’s garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.
Meditating on the lotus of your heart, in the centre is the untainted, the exquisitely pure, clear and sorrowless, the inconceivable, the unmanifest, of infinite form, blissful, tranquil, immortal, the womb of Brahma.
We can use our precious and passing moments to nourish and enrich our hearts by loving ourselves and all living beings... not the New Year day alone but may every throb of our life be a moment of loving happiness.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
Sweet be the glances we exchange, our faces showing true concord; Enshrine me in your heart and let one spirit dwell within us.
