This pouring rain, books in a row, and I a misanthrope - considerably restored.
Restored
Secret Joy
There is a secret joy to be dancing in the sunset and moonlight serenades.
Whatever Happens
She believes that whatever happens, she will always be good, open, and free.
Forgive
Forgive if you can. That's all there is to it.
Bookworm
The bookworm, left alone to read. One page is too elusive. Another minute here, just a little more time.
Forget Everything
Come away with me. Forget everything. You must go to a place of grass, silence and woods. A place like that was alive.
Regain My Balance
I'm daydreaming at the sky, I regain my balance in the passing landscape. I feel the quiet. There is no chaos. There is no crowd.
Joy
When we find ourselves wanting nothing, when one is so full joy emanates from inside and I feel now as if I want to live each day in the absolute fact the sun is shining.
Secret Of Peace
This morning I feel oddly happy. The secret of peace: it is unnecessary to have a problem. The rain is lovely and I will read novels life seems so meanderingly pleasant. I do nothing and will be joyful.
Mortal Illusion
This rosy mortal illusion continued to be a consolation, for I knew that we had better purpose than this.
