I call them rumblings as they grossly lack the structure and merits of a perfect read - yet clasp close as they reflect my inconstancy and joie de vivre - unyielding to any persuasion known to man (please accept 'lies' as incidental or embellished truths - as I strongly deny the existence of 'Lie' - it's always 'Truth' or otherwise...besides 'Truth' in its purity lacks imagination)...Happy Reading!
Thursday, May 25, 2017
The element of deliberateness implicit in the act of surrender vanishes giving way to the beautiful arising of awareness - the blossoming of a flower. The moment dawns when the illusion of 'Action' yields to the reality of 'Happening'...god smiles.
