If all you hear is noise thenyou are missing out on soundsThe sound of the wind passingthrough the leaves on bamboo tinklesOn passing through a forest..
They begin as discontentmentsin the imaginations of the mindThey surface as firm resolutionsthat will certainly contributeto a new you, a happier you,..
When I've takenmy final breathplease don't mournmy passingnor celebrate my life.You never, reallyunderstood mein lifehow couldyou possiblyunderstand m..