Chapter 1
When thirsty give the last drop,
stripped naked in the cold,
standing still on the altar before the fire,
and hold for hand gently, silence whispers, that’s ...
Don’t believe in hungry ghosts, see the flame of a candle in dark,
a small shelter in a storm, a wind that caresses, and a butterfly after the rain that lands in your sleep.
You’ll see a river stream in which you are a drop,
And with the new day would do the same, gave everything,
because you always get more, that’s ...








