The Blind master asked his student if he could hear the cricket at his feet? The student laughed and then looked, to his surprise there was a cricket... He asked his teacher, how is it you can hear the cricket? The master responded, how is it you can not?

Thoughts are the child of the mind; love is the child of the soul... Humans need both, one to think of their loved ones, the soul is the door to heavens window.

Time is the illusion of man's thought...it is always the present...always the present...always present.