once a person came to a saint, he asked what is success, what is it’s cost, what’s is true price is. the monk smiled, he…
Category: Poetry
cold winds planting thorns in your body, roads unclear, dark and foggy. misty sky driving away all the heat, leaving you frozen and unsure how…
what it would be like? If no one was dreaming, wont it be like just living, and not breathing. what it would be like, if…
the bud had a new reason to bloom, the sun had a new sky to groom. the tired wind had a new direction, the moon…
with little flakes of snow falling from the sky, comes the warmth of this day and touches you as it passes by. the heavens send…