Comfort Zone

Rainy season in Arizona, loving it. So cozy, hot chocolate and listening to relax deep playlist, sandalwood incense burning , as writing this journal... Hearing the rain drops, seeing lighting into the horizon, and crispy thundering near by. It's like poetry. The poetry that expand your heart space, touches the softest part of self, in the most gentle way. I went for a walk, which felt amazing on the body. Mama, 1996, Michigan It's interesting, about two weeks ago I wrote a

Everything leads to the truth, without it we are just an illusionary concepts wearing expansive wardrobe, driving fast cars and drinking...