...and we shall be free...
Friday, February 19, 2010
Port O'Brien
...and we shall be free...
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
people write their own destiny, fate chooses if it is in pencil or pen
Different types of weather generates different animals, so at what point do we as humans look beyond the weather and find what binds us in the universe?
just as small waves disappear into the sand are our thoughts that are not recorded; nature never lets anything go unrecorded; those thoughts have fulfilled their purpose of making us who we are whether we remember, know or care at all
Silence is white.
the stillness of a lake, the quiet
growth of a tree. How long will it be
until they are no longer silent and placid?
"...to any place that is wild..."
just as small waves disappear into the sand are our thoughts that are not recorded; nature never lets anything go unrecorded; those thoughts have fulfilled their purpose of making us who we are whether we remember, know or care at all
Silence is white.
the stillness of a lake, the quiet
growth of a tree. How long will it be
until they are no longer silent and placid?
"...to any place that is wild..."
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