Bhante Kovida
These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with nature today. There is no time for them, there is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches and beauty that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future.
He cannot be happy, strong and secure until he, too, lives with nature in the present, above time. Present moment, wonderful moment. Breathing in, I feel at peace, breathing out, I smile.
~ Bhante Kovida
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