The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.
A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.
We're just blades of grass, and when we go, we go, we never come back; one life . . . maybe that's true. But I tend to believe that this is not all there is. Because my life has been like a shadow of something deeper. And I've experienced that many times.
HELPED are those who lose their fear of death; theirs is the power to envision the future in a blade of grass.
The person who knows a great deal about things but has never learnt to see, tends to be assertive; those who have once lost their hearts to a blade of grass or a glowworm and sensed God's omnipresence within them are at least on the road to reverence.
Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it.
I don't want to be just another blade of grass.