Sri M said...

Every little thing is full of joy. The dew drop you find on the grass in the morning, the breeze that blows in quietly bringing in the perfume of the jasmine, the smell of the earth after the first rains. The ice-clad peaks of the distant mountain, the laughter of the child, the song of the peasant. Everything becomes the festival of joy and the root of it is within oneself. It’s only when the inner being becomes joyful that the world becomes full of joy.