A deep bow
to Buddha‘s smile.
My dear day.
I see an inner light.
I see an inner sun.
What about the rest?
The rest doesn’t matter in a human race!
© BPa / 07-2015
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When Buddha I do often like a bow !!!
Ich lese gerne über Buddha!!!
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