"count every beautiful thing" There are two roses; one for my mother and one for my father who passed away a few years ago. The text is my mothers handwriting to remind me not to take things for granted in my life anymore. Count every beautiful thing.
“As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled. So I, born in the world, raised in the world having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world.