Sacred Flame

From the unreal, lead us to Real

From darkness, lead us unto Light
From death, lead us to Immortality
Peace

(The above verse was partially taken from an ancient Hindu prayer)

Golden Hour

Another day has come to an end.  The sun is waving his hand and 

spreading an illuminating luster all over the place. This is the time 

when all bustle sink and stillness whispers. We reflect back and 

think how we spent our day. We ponder what mistake we made, 

which lesson we learnt. The Sun has a promise to shine again. It 

will offer us another chance to grow. 

The Sun has a purpose for the next day. Do we have one?

Smiling Tears

“Why are you crying?” a little girl asked a flower.

“Today it rained and washed away all my pain, longing and dryness,” replied the flower.

“You should be happy but you are still crying,” the girl was confused.

“I couldn’t be happier,” the flower said. “I missed it every moment. Finally it poured over and made me whole again.”

“So your tears are not for sorrow?” she asked.

“No little friend, my tears are for hope, joy and gratitude,” the flower assured her.

“You had smiling tears,” she said slyly.