A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches and thoughts. And the consequences, whether good or bad of even the least of them, are far-reaching.
Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
Of winter’s lifeless world each tree now seems a perfect part; Yet each one holds summer’s secret deep down within its heart.
When you feel life at crossroads, you need a higher perspective view.
Those who see all creatures within themselves, and themselves in all creatures know no fear. Those who see all creatures in themselves, and themselves in all creatures know no grief. How can the multiplicity of life, delude the one who sees its unity?
