Thursday, March 1, 2007
6:05 AM - Concentration = Be Here NowhereNow Here
In the swinging of the branches, in the flying of the birds, and in the running of the water, Beloved, I see Thy waving hand, bidding me good-bye. In the cooing of the wind, in the roaring of the sea, and in the crashing of the thunder, Beloved, I see Thee weep and I hear Thy cry. In the promise of... Sign in
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