Love is everything. It is not confined to a definition or a list. It is what gives life meaning. It is not an emotion, even though it feels so sweetly. It is a verb because we need to treasure it, nurture it, care for it, embody it. Love is what makes sense and why...
“I am the secret clear stream running beneath the surface of the earth and you are my constant dream, love of my soul running with me beneath the surface of the earth. We are Eros and Psyche.” As I feel the gentle mystical warm breeze on my skin today, I think...
Today I was reading about the Buddhist monks and remembered how the only possession that they are allowed to have is their alms or what people call “begging bowls”. Every day they’d go to near village and collect donations in their alms, as people...