Road To Thee

Life cannot be expressed in words it is like mud which dissolves in rain water – you can make a pot-of any shape and size but all are basically the mud. We all are different kind of insects but the soul is one. We are in illusion due to difference in shape color kind but we all are essentially one – The one. We search him in each leaf each petal of flower but we find him as fragrance and honey – the essence. We create his various images in our mind but He is there not according to our wishes but according to his wishes.