- This morning, I feel the bliss that we talked about last night at the tea house. Pure. Calm. Embracing. And it persists. There is no attachment. Only what is real. A place where faith is not a strained attempt to believe but a deep certain knowing.
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Play as Being 72
No post for over a week. Has Storm lost interest? No! Storm in his recovery from illness instead lost all notion of time.
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