"Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings. "
-Tagore
whoso pulleth the sword hath fault not within his stars, but in himself doth fault lie.
as i walk bestowed with forgiveness, in turn forgiveness i ought give.
forgiveness ought be joy.
mark this as my oath.
use it as your shield.
for i have found greater blessings
great enough it becomes a will to discard all the anger.
well. at least i'm not shakespearing today.
yeah, i mean it.
