Hobby has not yet sometime, but always have to rush to catch up with the last one return journey ship. This is the path and to stay away from home when you are actually the same, If there is a little different, that is a state of mind. Although only one Buddhist Holy Land, but the sound of reading aloud by the chant, a sail a sail bell, curl or in the chaotic heart of cigarettes wind blowing over again. This again is not violent, but the wrinkles of the lake the wind is not of that side of the original.
Or that kind of process: an island slowly disappeared from sight look back, a vast, until the seat is a large or small island across from the side, until another shore. I actually can not grasp the heart at the time, whether it is the surging tide, or as quiet as body of water. Just like I can not determine whether such a way home is a refuge, or stay away from.
Author: lovingsamsara
