CLICK WITH USE WORLD ALL ANYTH ABOUT THIS NUGGES CENTURY OUR centuries in the leaders of Hindu race, and pass throughout generations-
There are Hills Hills Hills in Old-Old When Iddler is told by a caterpillar who Feeling to be closer to the corpse, cut off the end of the lighting phase and the first period of a long sleep section of Chrysalis He called his friends to him.
Sadly, He said, calculation that I have dropped my life, I’m full of Many bright promises to achieve the future.
Cut the Reaper with my face, I am an example of heart-heartlessness Nature. Farewell, good friends–Farewell forever. Tomorrow I shall be no more.And also accompanied by the tears and the lamentation of friends close to his Ophs, he died.
The old worm marked sad–My brother left. His conclusion and ours. Each person will be cut With a scale of a destroyer, they are like the field grass. By faith, we hope you will get up Also, but maybe this is the word of voice with a vain hope. None of us know whatever certainly in another life. Let’s sleep the common conclusion of our ethnic group. In Wimpso, sadly, they left.
The miscarriage of this tiny tample is clearly taken by all of us, and we smile with a thought of ignorance, which came to the first phase of a low-up transition, from time to life.
But smiling, not, friends, cessions of ce-
They were still there but as you and I.
The Presented Hindue of Hindu’s story ago illustrates the unity of humans and deception in this less of low living methods.
All theirs welcomes, in paragraphs of the Chryals-butterfly, a photograph of expected change, which waits for all dies or death no longer termination or worm. Life is not the end, even for the future-
Life continues while the environment works its changes.
–Yog Ramacharaka, Life more than death, Yogi Poutection Society, Chicago, 1912
