I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals singing winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets – sun and moonlit.
That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world’s sounds.
The Eightfold Path: Right view, right aim, right speech, right action, right living, right effort, right mindfulness, right contemplation.
I will not surrender my right to speak up.