Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.
When does the dust of life seems to be a golden haze? When the whole gloomy day is manipulated by the ray of light through a lamp, ignited by a person with a surprise of love beneath an act of compassion.
Whatever you are physically...male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but are the light inside.
I have the heart of a lion, and the circulatory system of a lamb.?