You might notice these hands are wrinkled, but to me, they are imbued with love and wisdom. The world is divine and sacred. We are sacred. Our entire lives are devoted to the service of God. Our daily prayers are like the surrender on the lips of breaking waves, the whispers of the trees, and the shimmering of flowers

.In these hands, every crease tells a story of a life spent in devotion and service. Each wrinkle is a testament to countless acts of kindness, moments of wisdom, and years of unwavering faith. The divine essence of the world is mirrored in these hands, reminding us hat every aspect of creation holds a touch of the sacred

.Our lives, intertwined with the sacred rhythm of the universe, are dedicated to the divine. In every action and thought, we strive to serve a higher purpose. Our prayers, whether spoken or silent, echo through the natural world—resonating in the gentle murmur of the trees, the glimmer of sunlight on flower petals, and the rhythmic dance of the waves upon the shore.These prayers are not just words, but a heartfelt surrender, a continuous offering of our devotion. They flow like a river through our lives, connecting us to the divine presence that pervades all existence. In the quiet moments of reflection and in the bustling activity of daily life, we find the sacred, reminding us of our deep connection to the divine and to each other.