At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
‘New’ is a beautiful word which opens up many possibilities. If every day can be viewed as ‘New’ then, life blossoms - like new leaves, buds, flowers and fruit - full of colour, fragrance, taste and rasa: the very essence of living.
You deserve to be called a human being only when you develop good feelings in you. Let your thoughts, words and deeds be suffused with sacred feelings.
Be more humble than a blade of grass, more tolerant than a tree, always offering respect onto others and never expecting any in return.
Thoughts are the medium through which the ego, the limited self, appears and paves the way for all our likes and dislikes, pleasure and pain.
