abstract,Prem Rawat,quote
abstract,Prem Rawat,quote

Breath comes and it goes. And when it comes, it brings everything.
It makes the trees green and the sky blue.
And it fills us with the most precious thing there is, called life.
Because it comes, I am a husband, an uncle, a father, a friend. And when it stops coming,
I'm not a husband, an uncle, a father or a friend. I am nothing.
-Prem Rawat