Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise.
Your life is a canvas; paint it with love, compassion, and gratitude.
Sometimes all you have to do is forget what you feel and remember what you deserve.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Neither numbers nor powers nor wealth nor learning nor eloquence nor anything else will prevail, but purity, living the life, in one word, anubhuti, realization.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise.
Your life is a canvas; paint it with love, compassion, and gratitude.
Sometimes all you have to do is forget what you feel and remember what you deserve.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Neither numbers nor powers nor wealth nor learning nor eloquence nor anything else will prevail, but purity, living the life, in one word, anubhuti, realization.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.