Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Nature, the Devious Beauty
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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