The teacher and the student must have sat here teaching each other. They must have shifted places between the swing, the bench and boulders. Past the iron bars the world outside ran the rush as thoughts became words became discussion then enlightenment finally change.
The Evening for all and everything, whose toes were covered in the dust of seconds,
His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe. The peacock coloured flame
The Covenant.
To craft stories For Those Who Seek Nirvana. Stories that entertain, enlighten and empower.
