Lords of spirit, Lords of breath,Lords of fireflies, stars, and light,Who will keep the world from death?Who will stop the coming night?Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight.
Your future is dependent on your thought today, therefore think good and lovely thoughts now!
We are one at the root - we just part at the branch
I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.
I have seen travel plans happen only when they were made overnight.
No Quran, no Bible, no Gita, no Cow, is greater than the human self.
Another day.How long are you gonna scroll down?SemicolonSmile
In order to fit our needs and wants, we are constantly adjusting and altering our behaviors and feelings. Metaphorically speaking, we are constantly giving birth to priorities; our priorities are perp...
Think outside of the box. Work outside of the box. Dream outside of the box. Succeed outside of the box.
Did god make man too perfect,So that a piece has to be removedthrough circumcision?
Open your mind a little, don't believe everything you hear, see or read, the world is so caught up in trying to avoid the topics that matter that you'll lose yourself trying to become like it.
If we want our generation to function as watchdogs, we should teach the lions to stop acting as supreme and give all kinds of creatures a a fair share of food and resources.
To believe is to behold.
In the beginning was love, and love was with God, and love was God.
The closer you come to knowing that you alone create the world of your experience, the more vital it becomes for you to discover just who is doing the creating.
I'm not surfing much anymore, but I love hiking and gardening, and I'm always wearing a hat and sunblock.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
You'll stay with me?'Until the very end,' said James.
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer, said Miss Pross, in her breathing. Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.
Winters are a desolate time where all senses are wiped away, and here in Canada, this is especially true. All smells are sucked clean from the air, leaving only a harsh, icy crispness. Colours are str...