Tears of Shiva shed into rivers. Cherry blossoms fell. The goddess of the confluence admired them for a time
before she released them. The tears scoured suffering. The petals added beauty. The river flows on.
I watch where streams of consciousness flow into one another and write what I see.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Leaving You with a Smile!
I am on my way to a show in Virginia Beach, VA. I won't be able to post for a little while.
Have a great week! Peace.