• Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago

    When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]

  • Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago

    When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]

  • Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 9 months ago

    When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]

  • In pureness we free.

  • Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 10 months ago

    Wow! Just a thought. Who we are? Apart from our bodies education names our possesion.

  • Moja4m posted an update 12 years, 10 months ago

    Wow! Just a thought. Who we are? Apart from our bodies education names our possesion.

  • When I think about time, I see a painting of a young boy with torn shorts, dirty school shirt, cracked lips, muddy feet, waiting for his time to be loved in a green old car as his bed, waiting to be fed, his soul as pure as a diamond.