"I just flew in from L.A, and BOY are my arms tired."
The Eminent Kung Fu Master revealed, "When the Heart overflows with Love, then there is Poetry ~~~~ then there is Music."
These days have passed like no others~~~~~~ . The Air has been sweet with Honeysuckle, and crystal clear, as in the Dead of Winter . Spring Colors burst in explosive bombardment, greens everywhere in Jungle-Running Thickness, and TRUE Ocean Depth .
After 15 million inauthentic dazes, I was finally able to 'put-together' a Garden for Saint Francis beneath a North American Red Cedar that also has,, as it's lead-up-walk-to,, a Cross made from tiles that were scattered about the property, and which, initially, I had NO Clue as to their application . I placed the tiles on ancient, black, over-sized shingles I found at the side of the road . The lead-up is soft yet STUNNING and rings Heart Bells as Truth . From some movie somewhere, "Some days,, the Magic Works."
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