I will die from rising tides,
From never ending winters.
No palatable water,
No real food left,
Just artificial flavors.
But oh my love what’s left is centered to center
A local journalist called and asked me “ What would you do, Ajahn Brahm, if someone took a Buddhist Holy Book and flushed it down the toilet?”
Without hesitation I answered...
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I Look to You - Whitney Houston(thank-you to the YouTube up-loader for sharing the blessings.)1 Chronicles 16:10-12 (in context)10 Glory in his holy name;let the hearts of those...