All wrong-doing arises because of mind. If mind is transformed can wrong-doing remain?
You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself
“I couldn’t repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.”
The only real problem in life is what to do next.
Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give
All wrong-doing arises because of mind. If mind is transformed can wrong-doing remain?
You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself
“I couldn’t repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.”
The only real problem in life is what to do next.
Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give