Dream in colours, for hues are vibrant.
Paint each day with a smile.
In days of past, don't grieve;
Make new deposit to the pleasant memory bank!
Let your life be a reason for others to LIVE.

Dream big, Dream to fly..
Let your zeal speak for you!
Work passionately,
And smile to each blissful morning.
Make your life a reason..
To reach for the sky!

Now you have a new life. A new dawn. A new flower in your basket. A new ray of hope. A new chapter in your book. A new gust of breeze. A new fire in your stomach. A new reason to live.

Maybe it's not finding a reason, it's trusting that there is one.

A dream so vibrant,
A dream so blissful;
I hold it close to my heart.
In anxious nights,
And days of hope;
These years have passed solely.
One day the dream to turn true- If only!

But are you finding monastic history a very compelling reason to live?"
"I'm not human," he said. "I don't require a reason to live. Living is my default condition."
I couldn't help it; I laughed, and teas weleld in my eyes. That answer was quintessentially Orma, distilled to his elemental Orma-ness.