May has come again. We still walk together on the edge of the sun. This month brings a renewed configuration of a life, for the first time in so many years, polished and well suffered. Prayers are answered, but only to those who have the guts to kneel. Thankfully, you and I are such souls - with enough ego not to admit it, yet with enough lack of it in order to attempt it. I finally understand why the world came crashing down. I finally have the courage to thank the heavens for their seemingly mercyless, at first, agenda. My song is that of gratitude, and my creative plan that of humbly receiving and giving to Life itself. Thank You, May.
четвъртък, декември 06, 2012
The month of May
May has come again. We still walk together on the edge of the sun. This month brings a renewed configuration of a life, for the first time in so many years, polished and well suffered. Prayers are answered, but only to those who have the guts to kneel. Thankfully, you and I are such souls - with enough ego not to admit it, yet with enough lack of it in order to attempt it. I finally understand why the world came crashing down. I finally have the courage to thank the heavens for their seemingly mercyless, at first, agenda. My song is that of gratitude, and my creative plan that of humbly receiving and giving to Life itself. Thank You, May.
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