Stoning the stoners

I might be more inclined to work on harder substances.

Healing is an art

Water shines.

Music sings.


Life mends.


Trauma is forgotten

To the Earth: a delight

Sound relies on the safety of the rare soul

Witness the releif of some of our pain

Peace has a scalpel

So the doctors are always hopefully ready in the hospitals to heal.  Let it be.

Quell the pain

Just another walk in the meadows.   Just another hope for the future.

Subduing the evil impulse

Such is the fountain of the payments of charity.

Watch at the apple eats itself!

Voila!