Travel brings power and love back into your life.
In their freedom, birds make expanding circles in the sky. How do they learn to be free? They fall—and by falling are given wings to fly.
People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeke
We are born of love; Love is our mother.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
