Ocean tidal wave of life constantly pushing you down to the ocean floor.Rolling you over and over gaining strength.
The wind whispered to the trees,
Upon sitting on my meditation stool, she gently poured out her divine nectar upon us, drop by drop she delicately dripped her rain droplets so beautifully over the green leaves and plants in the garden. How loving, how selfless is she that she can be so generous in times of need to offer her helping hand to cool us down as the inner inflammation of panic and fear grows in us day by day of what if’s? and what now?
In one day, when it is sunny weather, I decide, I will go to find agate. It’s a stone, which is rare. In outside, it looks like an ordinary stone, but in inside it hides more colourful. For example, in nature, it is shadows of purple, brown or blue. I was walking to a park where it could be. It’s a place where many people including my friends found it there before. And there could be found many other rare stones like crystal.
who thought to strum on a guitar
Barloc, the bison bolstered himself
Far up north a cold wind blows