The morning comes and I listen well Today I died
Yesterday I thought of you or about you...
Lyricist: Yao Qian (姚謙) Composer: Chen Yang (陳陽) Arranger: Chen Yang (陳揚)
I imagine...
My soul is wrapped in light beneath the wrapping, yet, a shadow is always in sight… ...
To be added to a List sure makes it easy and allows more free time...
With a List things are very...
She knows how to handle it...
She knows when to keep quiet or they'll be a slap or worse......
The Visual people see Walls...
They don't see through to the other side...
We see Drapes...
Sparrowsong?
Hello...
What are you doing?
I was getting ready to write a Letter...
Superstition. Germination. Seeds from the start. Travel ...
Some things are not worth fighting for .. Wars are a prime example such a waste...
In the garden of Buddha
Where I meditate under a bodhi tree
Candles burning...
There has not been much to write about lately
Society is shit look to...
Is it just a piece of sky? It is where God resides.
Is the bull killed at the end...
So bored am I with my grind of a life I hop into a pharma cab to whisk me away ...
Every once in a while. my waste basket just cry's Please empty me Every now and then, I need...
We of the gullible block bought the latest propaganda line for pennies on the dollar...
