Will you face the racing thoughts that swell and swirl around your goldfish bowl, those thoughts that swallow you up whole and wrap themselves around your soul? And did you ever stop to place a guiding gentle hand upon your face and say, be still now child, and stop your foolish self from running wild?
Listen Now.
In clear water running over sand can be seen the undisturbed reflection of moonlight upon still branches, and the weeping faces of:
