They crackle. A few songs only. They always demand to be turned.

Beyond rationality.

Is it even possible not to feel the magic joy?

Karma.

 

 

 

While we sit silently at a unique place,

we experience the mystery presence of the area.

Once connected,  we will always be invited to return.

Feeling its unique energies.

Its within us. At anytime.

 

In a world where everything is connected, there is no difference between reason and effect.

Is the wind moving the leafes of the tree?

Or is the tree moving the wind?

Which kind of wisdom speaks in the whispering?