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Grass is Green

Grass is green. We all do know that. But sometimes it is greener and in some places it is the greenest. Or so does it appear? Is it for real? Or is it just an illusion? Why do we always seek out the greenest of pastures when there’s a rich green pasture - right in our backyard? When there’s perfect attuning of our heart, spirit and mind, green grass all around our own feet is what we invariably find. So let’s take pride in whoever we are and let’s find joy in whatever we do - for the grass undeniably is the greenest all around our own feet all the time. Gita Ashok 11/10/2010, 10:40 am
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Oct 10, 2010
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"We trample grass, and prize the flowers of May; yet the grass is green when the flower fades away."

- R. Southwell

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