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according to Buddha

What happens to the drop of wine? That you pour into the sea?

Does it remain itself, unchanged? It is as if it never existed.

So it is with the soul: Love drinks it in, It is united with Truth, Its old nature fades away, It is no longer master of itself.

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strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring
my summer wine is made from all these things…

  1. This is so beautiful – thank you for gracing my inbox with such beautiful meditations and images. Sending love
    Brigitte

  2. From the bottle (you may remember it)

    Be passionate,
    Love,
    Dream big,
    Be spontaneous,
    Celebrate,

    Change the world or go home.

    Thank you Hedy, for this.

  3. mind blowing teaching…

    lovely images…

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