Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Saturday Morning
Slowly feel the warmth of movement as your hands touch what only the spirit dare. Allow the dreams like a ocean wave to mystically cleanse the soul leaving behind the sediments of love, hope and desire. The fragments of life weather many a storm to build grain upon grain a foundation that explores unimaginable depths and soars the highest of heights, beyond the limitations of ones own mind.
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