And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'tis the rising of the moon". Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'Tis the rising of the moon"

"as the bird see's spring; a mother her child's smile; so you are to me."

Alone.  single blade of  grass with a million flakes of snow still it is alone. To learn all we must be confused. only in this state can we see beyond the the physical. to know all we must know nothing. for the acknowledgment of nothing is our motivation of enlightenment. paintings of a wave  ocean water...