I was happy yesterday, and I am still I. It is only in contact with the mind, desire and matter that the spirit struggles and suffers.
In its own home, all is peaceful and pleasant. Reach up to that home when the storms are too loud and you will find a place of silence.
In the storms to come, think of the freshness after the storm—when the ground smells sweet and birds sing.
—The Judge

No comments:
Post a Comment