Yet in the knowing of knowing nothing at all, to hold your tune in resonance with the rhythms we call Life. To be the sailor, yourself, of your own Life....
Yet in the knowing of knowing nothing at all, to hold your tune in resonance with the rhythms we call Life. To be the sailor, yourself, of your own Life....
As always, Life’s layers there all the time. If brave and open you are to seek. No end to knowing wisdom to be found. As natural as the cycles of...
Whether understood or not, Life whether rich or poor, rivers of gold have been given to all of us to explore. And more on top, if ponderance held right. For...
When, then on that day, the last person who held any memory of me, will have moved on. The essence, the who I was, finally lost. For after day no...