O Lord of all, hail unto Thee! The Soul of all, causing all acts, enjoying all, all life art Thou! Lord of all pleasure and delight!
Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.
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.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.
