“I always knew I was a dust. But I never knew I was also a universe.”

No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love, our soul reaches immortality, conquering all dimensions and all destinies.

I really love sharing my gift with others.

A message from a flower: “Do not pick me. I want to live”.

I believe everyone should have an opportunity to search for truth their own way.

Everybody needs time to reflect and contemplate, and the most inspirational and peaceful place to do so is in nature.

Love. Only love can accept our differences as we journey through life. And only love can allow space for our growth.

Living every moment as if it was our first and last is a genuine life of gratitude, acceptance and wisdom.

Those that expose themselves as knowing the truth, lose the battle of innocence and humility and eventually pull a trigger at the universe. Wisdom chooses the unknown to be its reason.

During a race where everyone holds their own truth, the finish line is a surprise.

I define spirituality as a search for love, beauty, happiness and wisdom.

Before pride waves a white flag, it waves all other colors.

I believe that children may enter these divine portals easier, because they are seeking for answers in the purest way.

Hallucination is a raw climb to a dead end.

So much time is spent on belief. So little time is spent on love!

Past is deaf. Future is mute. Present is blind.

I have been blessed by God. And if I’m blessed, there is one reason and one reason only, and that is to help others.

Man is a centaur, a tangle of flesh and mind, divine inspiration and dust.

Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.

… if they [your children] write their names in the dust on the furniture, don’t let them put the year.

It is true that we are made of dust. And the world is also made of dust. But the dust has motes rising.

When the white man who is always the aggressor knows he runs as great a risk of biting the dust every time his Afro-American victim does, he will have greater respect for Afro-American life.

Become dust – and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone – and they will throw thee on glass.

O fools, awake! The rites ye sacred hold Are but a cheat contrived by men of old Who lusted after wealth and gained their lust And died in baseness-and their law is dust.

One’s life completely changes based on the rain. After the monsoon, because the dust settles, one can see further and so it feels like one’s eyesight has improved or that one is living in a different country where there is more light.