O the peace and thoughts of Love,Passive Silence from above,O how the raging storm stills,No more ego or self will.A mind of stress and thoughts obsessed,And finally a time of rest,A quiet mind with zero thoughts,Back to a time I had forgot.
Kleine bloemen in de kamer, vol kleur, zoals de ideeën in mijn hoofd, dansend, levend, springlevend in een nieuwe dag…
Today I walked in the cemetery. I heard a voice: Why do you seek the living among the dead? I answered: Because the dead accept me, without argument. The.
O loving Mother walk with me Across thy mountain way Through the trees and thorny paths From dawn to dusk each day Help me heal my stubborn pride Let my.
The Lamp of Hope The lamp that lights all darkness Is drawn from sorrows vein Angels tend its lonely wick To see its glow remain Its rays spark soft and.