rakkaus paratiisi

Haste is elsewhere,
out of reach
of the mind.

It can't be seen, it
     can only be experienced

Birdsong and
murmur of a
in the middle of the winter...

...silent nature surrounds you,
blue light playing around your face
filtered through the stained glass.

We always say that there's no time.

However, time is always there, we just
can't live the time that's been given to us.