The Gift Of Rebirth
“Where is the fountain that throws out these flowers in such a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?” - Tagore One afternoon about a month ago, I looked outside my house after…
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August 26, 2013
“Where is the fountain that throws out these flowers in such a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?” - Tagore One afternoon about a month ago, I looked outside my house after…
In my previous post, I wrote about the meanings we assign to things we see around us and how that can determine our state of being. This morning, I made…