Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows.
-Nick Bantock
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.
So imagine that the lovely moon is playing just for you - everything makes music if you really want it to.
-Giles Andreae
If we only practice compassion at the mind level, we run a great risk of our compassion being just talk. As we know, talk is cheap. To develop true compassion we have to put our money where our mouth is.
Be at peace with yourself. If you are not at peace with yourself, you are at peace with nothing.