I am the weaver of hope, searching shadows for silver strands of stars.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
Happiness does not come from having much, but from being attached to little.
Happiness is a matter of ordinary everyday consciousness being busy and unconcerned with self.
Reclaim your sense of adventure and have some fun.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
I am the weaver of hope, searching shadows for silver strands of stars.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
Happiness does not come from having much, but from being attached to little.
Happiness is a matter of ordinary everyday consciousness being busy and unconcerned with self.
Reclaim your sense of adventure and have some fun.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.