By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.
For him who has completed the journey, for him who is sorrowless, for him who from everything is wholly free, for him who has destroyed all ties, the fever of passion exists not… He is like a pool, unsullied by mud; to such a balanced one, life’s wanderings do not arise. Calm is his mind, calm is his speech, calm is his action, who, rightly knowing, is wholly freed, perfectly peaceful and equipoised.
From craving is born grief, from craving is born fear. For one freed from craving there’s no grief – so how fear?
When the era of masculine dominance comes to an end and a feminine understanding of life’s wholeness is included, experience a different world in which physical, mental and spiritual wellbeing are interdependent.
