Love is born in the garden of soul progress, and it sleeps behind the darkness of outer attachments. Love is the oldest and the sweetest nectar, preserved in the bottle of hearts. It is the elixir flowing from the bosom of friendship, reviving bruised and broken spirits.
je rêve de silence
et de la paix dans tout mon être
je rêve toujours
le reste du repos
pas plus de la souris
dans son carrousel
However deep your
Knowledge of the scriptures,
It is no more than a strand of hair
In the vastness of space;
However important appears
Your worldly experience,
It is but a drop of water in a deep ravine.
all i can say is that my life is pretty plain i like watchin’ the puddles gather rain
and all i can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view but it’s not sane, it’s not sane
The rains of life’s blessings cannot gather on mountaintops of pride, but flow easily into valleys of humbleness.
i never meant to cause you any sorrow
i never meant to cause you any pain
i only wanted one time to see you laughing
i only want to see you laughing in the purple rain
purple rain purple rain
purple rain purple rain purple rain purple rain
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Lisbon, walking random streets to train station ~ April 2016.
If you love someone but rarely make yourself available to him or her, that is not true love.
there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back
well tell her that i miss our little talks
soon it will be over and buried with our past
we used to play outside when we were young
and full of life and full of love.
As a water bead on a lotus leaf, as water on a red lily, does not adhere, so the sage does not adhere to the seen, the heard, or the sensed.
baby blue, oh, baby blue
come here, i’m gonna smear another color over you
get out of bed, you little sleepy head
your black and white needs a little bit of red
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