Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.
You love your family, but not your neighbor. You love your parents, but not others’ parents. You love your religion, but not all religions. You love your country, but not all countries. This is not true love, it is limited love. Transformation of limited love into divine love is the goal of spirituality.
Rain down your wisdom in sacred streams to carry me like an upturned leaf through the currents of this grey day.
The universe has been created out of knowledge and action and seems also possessed of consciousness.
A sacrifice is a gift of the essence or the product of our lives. It may be a gift of our time, a gift of our talent, or a gift of our treasure.
