“The Buddha was asked, ‘Are you a God?’ He said he was not. ‘Then what are you?’ He answered, ‘I am awake.’”
To everything, turn, turn, turn..
there is a season, turn, turn, turn..
When the world is crashing down, I will throw it on my back for you..
When you’re paralyzed and bound, I’ll be waging war, my love.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map