Questions, too many questions, are not meant for this life. We are the Observers. We are learning, not to create, not to know, but to feel, to build, to grow in the direction of what is perfect: our own Being– Love, gazing skywards. October 30, 2015
poetry, and other writings
Questions, too many questions, are not meant for this life. We are the Observers. We are learning, not to create, not to know, but to feel, to build, to grow in the direction of what is perfect: our own Being– Love, gazing skywards. October 30, 2015