The mind is my oyster Stress is the grit The pearl is the gift Of wise effort
The Mind is My Oyster
The mind is my oyster Stress is the grit The pearl is the gift Of wise effort
It can begin several minutes per day in the dark before daybreak
Paring the skin from a sweet potato with a freshly sharpened blade a great sense of peace came then the thought switch hands. Everything slowed peace deepened delicate, deliberate. Later, I switched back o the mighty skill! clarity what will within will observe become better still.