Sunday, March 19, 2017

Contemporary

"Why do yogis die today?
Why are there no immortals anymore?
What has happened to all the sorcerers?
Why don't angels come to earth?"

A good friend of mine once told me he didn't like the whole idea of living each day as if it were his last. "I want to live like I'll be here for 100 years!" he said. In the same conversation I said I thought we had only one job, which is to love each person we come across. If that is indeed true, how often and how miserably I fail! But while I draw breath, I will continue to take my opportunity to do it, for it is not to love perfectly but to love sincerely that is the best thing. 

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