If I were to describe God, I would say that describing God has no meaning.God is over-qualified.Since childhood, we have heard that ‘God is love’.If
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
From the obscurity of our nights, what we callDespair, absence of meaning,Is the most beautiful quest.It pulses along with the forgotten heartbeat of our childhood.
I have been watching you for a long time, nowthere is no place left where you can hide.You sit and talk and play the BuddhaBut
A French version is available here : La Voie Est Libre ! I feel sorryFor people who love to stuff their mindswith new age sauce
The presence of a teaching matters so much that it actually often draws the way our feet have started to walk. And when it comes