It’s a lovely Sunday evening in March and there is a call for something bluesy and mellow and Miles. No … More
Tag: Ascenseur pour l'Echafaud
Absorbed in deep contemplation, down beyond the chatter of life, I find that space where silence reigns and darkness turns to light. Where peace moves in, on golden threads, caressing my numinous heart. The current of multi-dimensions rushes through, dancing eternity’s infinite beat.
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