We must die to become true human beings.
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.
The illuminated life can happen now, in the moments left. Die to your ego, and become a True Human Being.
The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.