Softer than cotton-grass swaying in the winddeep in the mountain clearing,are the memories that drift through a man's own minda pale, wind-swept evening.
Source: The Northern Light
Contributed by: ingebrita
We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
Emptiness is this world's greatest discovery.
We are in the world where the longing mountains are the most grounded.
With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?
Please, dear God of happiness, show the radiance of your spectrum to our world, which here means to forget everything.
The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.
Who knows the life which does not burn its own time moments?
Immortality goes through dead before all.
What can we do without pain in front of happiness?
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