“Yesterday,’ she said, referring to the collective past of her tribe, ‘the people of these forests knew the secret. They made the finest silk thread from the cocoon of a beautiful sleeping butterfly. The women reeled the silk thread on… — Lidija Stankovikj Copy Share Image
“You want to be a soothsayer, but do you know your present? Can you be a witness of each one of your breaths? Every… — Lidija Stankovikj Copy Share Image
“Yes, there is a giant within each of us, capable of greatness. The mind keeps him deeply asleep in his dreary world of illusions,… — Lidija Stankovikj Copy Share Image
“Slip from the state of mindfulness and, before you know it, the first thought will appear. The bloom of the first poppy in the field. And then the second one too. An exponential progression of blooms you can no longer contain. One day, half of what you see is green. The next day, you find your once green meadow washed… — Lidija Stankovikj Copy Share
“A million faces of Buddha smiled at the night's futile attempt to lull the Awakened One into an ocean of dreams.” — Lidija Stankovikj Copy Share Image
“Yesterday,’ she said, referring to the collective past of her tribe, ‘the people of these forests knew the secret. They made the finest silk… — Lidija Stankovikj Copy Share Image
