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SACRED WORLD

YOU THE LOVE

Imagine a simple stalk with a small white flower at its peak. Held up by two gentle fingers. Gazed upon by a being of the heart. His two eyes merges with that little flower. He is not judging or evaluating that flower, he simply sees the flower, as the wonder it is.

LOVE CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS

Once upon a time in India, I met a man they now call Mountain Man. He looked like a little elf, with kind, loving eyes, a funny hat, living alone in a clay hut. People described him as unpretentious, with no craving for honor or gain, transformed from the core by his deeds and life.