Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

Rabindranath Tagore

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height. In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Dalai LamaSpiritual Leader

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