“There may blossom a thousand flowers in the meadow, but the precious perfume is the same. There may be ten thousand people on the streets, but the soul of light is the same. They are like many rivers going to the same ocean.”
“There may blossom a thousand flowers in the meadow, but the precious perfume is the same. There may be ten thousand people on the streets, but the soul of light is the same. They are like many rivers going to the same ocean.”