If we are looking for change in this world – from a physical and spiritual stand-point – it will never happen until we restore honour to women…nothing new will be created. If we don’t do it, we as a species are done for.
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.
Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle …a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream.
A man who is averse to harming even the wind knows the sorrow of all living things.
When we see everything in life as a game, we will be equally joyous when falling as we are when rising. If we can fully understand this – if we can see life as swinging on a swing – we will never fall apart when failure comes our way.
Supporting one’s parents, cherishing spouse and children and a peaceful occupation; this is the greatest blessing.
