Our perspectives are all produced by our experinces. They are all unique. We each have our own window that we use to understand the world. Real understanding comes when we are willing to look through someone else's window.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Spring
In the silence of the morning When with rose and amber ray The dawn breaks upon the mountains The golden herald of the day
It seems for a moment That the ancient hills sing Though the snow lies thick upon them In our souls there is spring
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