sunsinger:
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
sunsinger:
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
sunsinger:
We all need the waters of the Mercy River. Though they don't run deep, there's usually enough, just enough, for the extravagance of our lives.
sunsinger:
In rivers, The water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; So with present time.
