past-life

If you do not believe in reincarnation then the word __rarabdh_ (karma effect) should not be present in your vocabulary. Christian, Muslim, and other religion__ language is complete, but the belief is incomplete. Fortune, contrivance, lucky, unlucky _ where did they get all that from? This is all a connection from the past life.

There are only two things to understand in this world. First is, one__ own True Self, and the other is, our faults from the past [life]. Won__ these faults have to be broken?

Maybe love at first sight isn__ what we think it is. Maybe it__ recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.

I make it a point not to talk about the past. But you're special.

You are a song I could listen to over and over again although I'm convinced it had played in my head a many times before

We are a continuum. Just as we reach back to our ancestors for our fundamental values, so we, as guardians of that legacy, must reach ahead to our children and their children. And we do so with a sense of sacredness in that reaching.

The mysteries of universe are revealed to those who seek to know the truth of their own existence first.

Some pasts exist as a fog that rolls in and out of the present, formed not by air that condenses into mist but memories that condense into tiny doors that open to forgotten moments. Maybe you glance at a stranger on a crowded street who reminds you of a childhood friend or hear a song that was popular the first summer you fell in love, and in the space of that single beat of time you are flung backward to a who or when long past. And yet it is only for that one beat. Those tiny doors never remain open for long for most of us. They ensure our former times are kept as relics, and the dust upon them is wiped clean only occasionally

Approaching the state of Delaware, the dreamer is a small dog, dreaming impatiently of a past life, long forgotten, when he sailed tall ships across uncharted. The salt spray of the ocean stings my face.

You listen to people, you listen so deeply that you can hear their past lives,The crackle of their funeral pyres,

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored...

The past and fool are the most dangerous weapons that poison our mind and heart

Whether you need to remember the past or not, It changes nothing but gives the best choice for the future that makes You always to remember your past.