When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. — Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. — Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. — Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. — Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. — Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
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When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.

— Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
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