I often look into the light of thought and picture reality as the ever changing wind. For the wind to me is the master of endless form; a teacher of the invisible scene and a sacred siren of lost languages, and when she is calm her whisper is felt softly and when he is enraged his anger is heard! This reality is but one of a million births; I now listen upon these seas of calm and transcend into the matrix of distant worlds that breathe to the enigmatic designs of alien minds!
All the best to You and Your Family for the New Year!
Thank you all for your words and time!!!…)o(