There is nothing left to do,
but Love.
It sits here with me now,
in quiet rememory.
It is landing,
out there,
and in here,
softly,
like snow.
There are a thousand words for God,
but I think my favorite,
is your name.
Happy meditating,
-S
There is nothing left to do,
but Love.
It sits here with me now,
in quiet rememory.
It is landing,
out there,
and in here,
softly,
like snow.
There are a thousand words for God,
but I think my favorite,
is your name.
Happy meditating,
-S