When peace isn’t subtraction but saturation
Endlessly compassionate, time still stands, waiting and escaping another awe, another blessing, another rest. Seizing the ineffable, receiving the raw desire to be still, to be one, to be me. Finally.
Endlessly compassionate, time still stands, waiting and escaping another awe, another blessing, another rest. Seizing the ineffable, receiving the raw desire to be still, to be one, to be me. Finally.