Published on Tuesday, July 20, 2010 by admin
In the river of time, where the water flows for the wine, in the sacred
stream, the loin will share this dream.
All things move with the flowing, wisdom comes with the knowing, all
motion moves toward the center, one day peace will come.
In thew tower of rain. the martyrs pray in vain, the light that leaves us
blind, in the darkness of our mind.