Indian Summer
And I remember, I remember very well of what I said to you that morning, a year ago, a century, an eternity…
And I remember, I remember very well of what I said to you that morning, a year ago, a century, an eternity…
All those who give up the rising, sandy, uneasy path are deserters. Heroes desert hatred.
The Baltimore Prayer is one of the nicest blessing you could receive
Come into yourself. God is hiding there.
Koans come from Zen Buddhism … but everyone is free to compose one’s own.
Your soul doesn’t belong to you, it’s you who belong to your soul
This madness that seizes the warrior on the path of light
We are an eternal consciousness of pure light in an animal body. This body will die.
Hurry up, picnic on the grass … as one day the grass will picnic on you. (Jacques Prévert)
Once again I have been near death Suddenly it all seems Against me and my dreams
This world is just a training ground. Thick and hard, it resists to allow us to improve.
I have had many opportunities to live and/or make live this gentle miracle: look eternity in the face