I am not the same. When I look in the mirror. In a while it makes. Full Moon, Brightness, and Gloom. And the sky is bright. Sit in the darkness of. My mind begins to ponder. While I look to the.

A Gypsy, Bismillah and Esmerelda The Spider Sit With Yama At The Vaitarna. Black and White Film Photography. Black And White Digital Photography. This is the set that I put up in July. The new version will be up next week! August 17, 2015. Taking a break on a sunny autumn morning. Do you see the moon? .

A word can build a worLd, if you add a bit of Love in it. Teach your thoughts how to walk. Your legs will never move in a right direction. Your mind will not be able to decide whether it is right direction or not! If your thoughts get stuck, take a walk. In that way, your thoughts will learn how to walk! Thanks for reading.

Just to let you know. Roll me in the earth and leave me to grow. Where things are meant as they are meant. And seen as they are to be seen. Let this life mean more than only I. Reach me to a place of substance. A place of uninterrupted reverie. It is just that kind of a day! Light, Love and Happiness my friends! January 11, 2017.

Why do you have to play with my mind? December 16, 2016.

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Poetry, short stories, My life, Spiritual Prose. Specific Single minded I write this post Precise in the meaning of the prose Expressing my requirements as I go Certain of success, I am. When I search your eyes its clear to see that you no longer feel any love for me when I listen to you speak. Away with the faries, Nah not me! January 6, 2017.