I was locked in his being. Only death could free me.
Some people give kindness to others like leftovers.
Understanding life and understanding oneself is a simultaneous process.
Tree are swaying so beautifully to the winds. As if they are crying, ‘I am free, I am free, unlike you, I am free!’
They were best friends. They best gossiped.
Even the most ordinary moment carries truth. The extraordinary never miss that.
Manifestation itself speaks God’s language. Why do people look for him only in books?