Spare songs with angry torrents of fiery words and find instead the fluid notes of peace.

Waters of the soul, an instinctual stillness, resides within; the ancients cultivated sweet, immaculate spaces splendidly appointed with the spirit's light, sacredness, joy, and peace.

Timeless existence unfolds such delicious moments of blessing that all is at peace.

Slow winds breathe the night and gently soften the heartstrings with peace.

Awash with color and light are the crimson skies of morning.

Trace the breath rising and falling in the belly in the morning hours when the world is quiet.

Crisp morning sunshine warming the chill on wintry, frozen passageways where our hearts linger in amazement.