Reading harold_maude's journal

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This post was edited by harold_maude on Nov 06, 2005.

In this place where things are live, this world of art and all it's beautiful rivers and gardens
where it's possible to see more and know that the lines of demarkation are errased,
and time plays with light and color, where I live, there is a truth that takes hold.
It doesn't let go once you get there.
It changes you and how you see everthing around you.

And the tears that run down my face in this place are so very heartfelt, they are each pinnacles of the energy that revolves around this world. If I could reach out and touch the hands of the people that live in this world then I could set my heart free and my mind could know the love.