I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden…

 The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly……

                                          “Whatever you can do,…

……Forgiveness & Insight…. This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival.A joy, a depression, a meanness,Some momentary awareness comesAs an…

it is not growing like a treeIn bulk, doth make man better be;Or standing long an oak, three-hundred year,To fall a log at last,…

One day, Plato asked his teacher, “What is love? How can I find it?”His teacher -Socrates answered, “There is a vast wheat field in…