When we have not what we love, we must love what we have.
Just as the soft rains fill the streams, pour into the rivers and join together in the oceans, so may the power of every moment of your goodness flow forth to awaken and heal all beings.
Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.
It’s impossible said pride. It’s risky said experience. It’s pointless said reason. Give it a try whispered the heart.