Midnight Moksha
The crescendo, a calamity of sound and light, deafening and silent as it rose into the air above his head. Rays of azure light shot out of the mist as it began to accelerate, higher than the tree tops now, moving Continue reading
The crescendo, a calamity of sound and light, deafening and silent as it rose into the air above his head. Rays of azure light shot out of the mist as it began to accelerate, higher than the tree tops now, moving Continue reading
Cause and Effect, I guess that best describes my understanding of Karma. My actions, whether good intentioned or bad, create ripples on the stream in which I exist. I am not naive enough to think that doing good things with Continue reading