When walking towards the full morning moon, lingering as it is like the first notes of your inner song, it’s best to slow the pace, to gaze into the wonder of the moment of soft radiant light
When walking towards the full morning moon, lingering as it is like the first notes of your inner song, it’s best to slow the pace, to gaze into the wonder of the moment of soft radiant light
Even trees seem at rest, our engines sputtered to a stop, as forest nymphs and bored children take over what’s been abandoned by the times
This strange universe sings, a night melody of starlight, empty only in perception; Instead: listen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-Ci_YwfH04&feature=emb_title
Time forever reminds us: nothing lost remains forgotten