Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
We can arrive at a point of view where the preservation of the individual activities is no longer inconsistent with our comprehension of the cosmic consciousness or our attainment to the transcendent and supracosmic.
Meditating on the lotus of your heart, in the centre is the untainted, the exquisitely pure, clear and sorrowless, the inconceivable, the unmanifest, of infinite form, blissful, tranquil, immortal, the womb of Brahma.
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
There’s harmony and inner peace to be found in following a moral compass that points in the same direction, regardless of fashion or trend.
