Happiness is spontaneous. There is no reason—you just feel it.
I am the Moon; I reflect the light of the Sun. I shed light on dark nights. I shower hearts with love, and I am the inspiration for the songs.
The day finally arrived for the long-awaited Egypt trip with some other people, most of whom I didn’t previously know.
Someone gave me twelve crayons and a small piece of paper to draw on. There were already some pictures on the paper, but I was told to draw over them. I wasn’t that good at drawing, but I started nevertheless.
In a green garden full of white daisies, a small girl picked a daisy and began to tear off its petals one by one, hoping to get the answer “yes” to the crucial question: “Does he love me or not?”
She had been completely stressed the last few days. She faced a wonderful opportunity that could help achieve all her desires.
Those who devote themselves to the spiritual life also care about the language of symbolism. They perceive everything as a sign or a message from the universe.
Among her birthday presents, she found a box, which she took in a flurry. She was really fond of presents, especially the ones that were carefully selected and reflected the spirit of the giver.
Everything has its correct timing, and whatever you do or how much you know about the process does not change the moment of existence of anything.