Path of the hawthorns (my poem)
On the path of the hawthorns
the temperate owl reminds you
to understand, not judge
In the presence of the moment
you are holding nothing back
when you are enamoured of colours
On the path of the hawthorns
the temperate owl reminds you
to understand, not judge
In the presence of the moment
you are holding nothing back
when you are enamoured of colours