Moving from mere observation and listening sliding into silence, all separation evaporates and you become one with your surroundings so much so that you feel you have disappeared.
Why do people who share the same sky behave so differently? Is it the soil in which people grow their food or the water they drink that causes them to behave differently from others?
I invited the band, to make strawberry jam On top of Strawberry Rock They asked me "What time?" I said "Be there by nine." They arrived promptly at one o'clock But once they began, the sea kissed the sand And the music never stopped.