It was a circle of love when friends came into my space and showed me the pride of India. The kindness and hospitality shined within their eyes and the art of worship was breathing within their blood.
But I also met the challenges in the roots of existence, when the hunger in the eyes of a child caught my wandering awareness.
In an abundant world with seeds enough to make not only nature
but all of us bloom, please ... this should not happen. In our hearts we all know this. In our hearts we all know love. In the circle of life we are all one.