In strokes of fresh blue, pink and orange...... "Meeta Ahluwalia"の名言

In strokes of fresh blue, pink and orange dispersed with soft white kisses, the sky writes letters to me.
— Meeta Ahluwalia

Sieve through the noise, break your habits, abandon your identity and find yourself.
— Meeta Ahluwalia

They look for Him in temples, rituals or forests, who cannot find Him in their hearts.
— Meeta Ahluwalia

We seek peace in wars, build barriers to feel free. Our doing is our undoing.
— Meeta Ahluwalia

We worship the form, and seek the formless. The Nameless is sought by reciting names. With closed hands, closed minds, we seek Him.
— Meeta Ahluwalia

Silence hung in the mountains— A waft carried chants from a monastery, a flock of birds joined.
— Meeta Ahluwalia