Words are like seeds, and we are all farmers. Be conscious of what you plant in another person’s heart.
Tranquility is essential for the soul to grow and flourish, but adversity is the gauge by which the extent and limits of its peace is measured.
Imagine the thoughts of your mind
as a stream,
flowing ahead and trailing behind,
like a dream.
All those you pass by
must enter its wake —
say none remain dry,
just for argument’s sake.
Now waded through,
reflecting back from their shore,
would many or few
emerge changed by the chore?