As the winds blow. The wisp, that with heart open, becomes the torrent. More perfect as the volume and intensities increase. Sweeping by, in beyond perfect, ways. Colours and energy...
As the winds blow. The wisp, that with heart open, becomes the torrent. More perfect as the volume and intensities increase. Sweeping by, in beyond perfect, ways. Colours and energy...
Note: Before reading this, clear any distractions. Do so in a quite place. Take your time and read it slowly, allowing the feelings of the scale attempted to capture to...
Ever wondered what a different world we might wake to one day. When we have begun again to remember who we are. Who and what we were supposed to be. ...