I rest
In Sacred Time
Living in the present
I see nothing in front of me
Only
The Now
I hear the lone call of a bird
Song in the wilderness
Nightingales sing
In dark
I rest
In Sacred Time
Living in the present
I see nothing in front of me
Only
The Now
I hear the lone call of a bird
Song in the wilderness
Nightingales sing
In dark
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