Like a poet... He sings through the sun.
Resting a knowing...
On this ever centered moment.
The existing answer is we.
Lifted chests of love, we breathe.
And like an artist... He paints his way.
Resting a knowing...
On the ever changing moment.
Journies to original truths.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Like a poet... He sings through the sun.
Resting a knowing...
On this ever centered moment.
The existing answer is we.
Lifted chests of love, we breathe.
And like an artist... He paints his way.
Resting a knowing...
On the ever changing moment.
Journies to original truths.
