We are like newborn children, Our power is the power to grow.
The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.
The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.
Art awakens a sense of real by establishing an intimate relationship between our inner being and the universe at large, bringing us a consciousness of deep joy.
The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.