As the flower blooms in spring, compassion grows in mindfulness.

There are two types of seeds in the mind: those that create anger, fear, frustration, jealousy, hatred and those that create love, compassion, equanimity and joy. Spirituality is sprouting, and fermenting the second group and roasting the first group.

Our wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite.

We all are so deeply interconnected; we have no option but to love all. Be kind and do good for any one and that will be reflected. The ripples of the kind heart are the highest blessings of the Universe.

In reality, we live in every one. Deep down there is a rose in every heart.

Compassion is like mother giving love to her children. Mother’s ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.