• Moja4m posted an update 15 years 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 15 years 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 15 years 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 and Profile picture of GopolangGopolang are now friends 15 years ago

  • Moja4m commented on the post, Time as a boy 15 years ago

    In pureness we free.

  • Moja4m posted an update 15 years ago

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

  • Moja4m posted an update 15 years 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.