pf, pih, uf, uh...... smile
in a roundabout way directness came with its sharp clarity and loving harmonious sincerity. forgiveness melted gallstones and inflammatory arthritis gave way to healthy airs and fluids. this whole commotion of noises and smells folded as lotus petals to dream a night out. finally the nights and days of Brahma got reveled in the regions below seventh chakra. tapping into this mortal coils fear finds its dwelling place. whatever observes it is also fleeting as butterflies. what is and where is the beauty? is it in the passing moments which paint itself on the screen of eternity, or eternity which gives dreams a chance to become masters of reality?