By Alberto Galassi
The flower blooms in your consciousness,
But this doesn’t mean it is not blooming at all.
No barriers between you and me,
No blood to be poured.
This is the echo of the eternal law,
This is the wind of compassion.
By Alberto Galassi
The flower blooms in your consciousness,
But this doesn’t mean it is not blooming at all.
No barriers between you and me,
No blood to be poured.
This is the echo of the eternal law,
This is the wind of compassion.