The day your wondering eyes closed, God became nonexistential to you
“The day your wondering eyes closed, God became nonexistential to you. Open your wondering eyes again, and you will find him pulsating again. He’s very close by… he’s all around…
Life in itself is an empty canvas
“Life in itself is an empty canvas… It becomes whatsoever you paint on it. You can paint misery ; you can paint bliss. This freedom is your glory…”