Our vanishing act is a spectrum of messages tiptoeing the resonance frequency. Body of light and energy. The sun glares at us. We stare back.
Musical love, light and transcendence.
Write like a flare behave as air teach my soul to breathe And take me eye level with your Mother God. I’m just feeling my way without a map or a GPS.
MEDITATION is not something different from daily life: do not go off into the corner of a room and meditate for ten minutes, then come out and be a butcher — both metaphorically and actually. _ J. Krishnamurti Born: May 12, 1895, Madanapalle Died: February 17, 1986, Ojai