When it seems goodness has been lost, still the churning of hope remains.
Tag: karma
Unborn feet leave their imprint, soft as petals, on the waiting soul.
The jester is no one’s fool. He dances with the trees, laughs with the clouds. When death comes, he opens his heart.
The miracle of birth: how a soul is able to connect to a human body, and divine energy journeys within the flesh.
Revolving on the wheel of life and death, birth and rebirth, joy and suffering, up and down. All cycles come to a close at the still center.
The soul’s choice is as enigmatic as footprints in a cloud.
Seems it is possible to see many things in meditation, without really knowing what they might be or what they might mean.
She reads the stars, reads your heart, then reveals what you already really knew…
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