Fakeer Ishavardas

A closed heart opens no mind.

Even if things do not work out as you thought they should for you, they do - in their own way, as they were meant to.

Respect all people as you do your people, and you would be a fine people.

Your destiny - by hook or crook, by this way or that, at some corner or nook - will catch up with you.

You are given a life, a death. Understand both while living, and before dying. Or you'd have wasted a life, a death.

Death is easy, living difficult.

The inability to rise above one's inherited ism and ideology makes one live and die a fool, just a folly.

I've nothing against people. Just a***oles. But then, most people are.

On a supra human level, yeah, I got That Which Is. Yet on a simple human level, rare are times when either my left or my right foot is not in some kind of shit.

Any silly ism or stupid book that considers men above women, must be shunned like a lowlife demon. For, all's one, barring none.

Seeing Oneam undone!Enemy norlo! friend-sans One-is none.That! is "am"One-o-One!

If a religion asks one to kill another just because he or she follows not this ism, nor agrees with it; then, it's a hell-hole, worse than a prison. Run away, and far from it. As though your butt is on fire. And before you, yourself are imprisoned.

Humans, left to own misguided devices, scratches the Divine in the self as one would the lice, but remember to lick well all the vices.

Learn to accept life in toto. A perfect life is only in the dream world. This, my dear, with all it's heartaches, is it. Our world.

To live unhappily, is failing life.

Take heart. You're not alone. Every broken heart breathes again. That's life. It goes on. In loss, and in gain.

I love religious nuts. They make me remember I have them too. So, being a health nut, I scratch them religiously. Just as I do my butt.

Life is an unfinished art, few master it, most just bark.