The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union.
Look upon every man, woman, and everyone as God. You cannot help anyone, you can only serve: serve the children of the Lord, serve the Lord Himself, if you have the privilege.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
In the sweetness of friendship Let there be laughter And sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things The heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
There is far more opportunity than there is ability.
Pain is meant to wake us up.
The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union.
Look upon every man, woman, and everyone as God. You cannot help anyone, you can only serve: serve the children of the Lord, serve the Lord Himself, if you have the privilege.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
In the sweetness of friendship Let there be laughter And sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things The heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
There is far more opportunity than there is ability.
Pain is meant to wake us up.