Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
Life has been compared with a battle and rightly so, as each day comes up with a new set of challenges which we must meet. One cannot just shy away from problems if he has to survive. He has to meet to challenges with courage.
