Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, January 21, 2010
The Feeling is:
The feeling is: That I've arrived at the place that I might have been at a long time ago, and that things are put in the way, as forms of experience and trials and obstacles, before permission is granted to let us be at ease and at peace with a situation that is pleasing to both ourselves and to the people around us. Nature, you seem to be a devious beauty.
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