So soft and so fleshy your skin in the morning light was vineyard peach under the wisteria with native foliage. Everything seemed to me of an infanta in May appeared the smile of the abandoned child by the gropings of life. No trace of the strange fight to join earth and sky after the meeting luminous excavation of the lips of the world. Masters of the Gate Scrolls les oiseaux encorbellant l'entrée we could abandon all perfection hold out your hand in front of the obol. Whispered in the ear of the beggars hear it and the ease of saying extended the teaching by sharing Looks. Perpetual sacred dance on the dewy meadow at will we filled our bag from the clarity of the dawning day. From chaos to chaos we crossed the ford of alterities for dozing on the cart consider the continuation of our quest.
Invisible trade you for me harnessing the rising energy of the mountain trees and the downward energy of the races to the stream it was time to irrigate our bodies.
Through the reticle of eternal aim we blew the fuses of madness to compel the monsters to restore our works and prayers.
children are born in wicker baskets in the evening at the start of backbreaking work sans que comprendre signifie le chemin absolu.
So soft and so fleshy your skin in the morning light was tender tapestries agitée par le souffle de la présence.
