RaSun
Sweet, sweet womban....warm and deep like summer Ocean, Your head has never left my shoulder, though we be `parted, But, what is space, or time? They disappeared when I was with You, 6, was our... More »
RaSun
This rug sits in my home. Every night, before bed, I find myself brushing that rug off; as if brushing the worries of another days struggle, from the shoulders of a nation. What is it... More »
RaSun
"Would one call these pearls or seeds? Wise words like water, `pon fertile minds, bleed. Flowing, at ease, unequalled, even by the Seven Seas...." * Whether you pour, into a cup, a scorchingly hot or... More »
RaSun
Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger,... More »
sahara
August 2008 