The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

Rabindranath Tagore

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

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.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

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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