Time passes slowly up here in the daylight,
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right,
Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day,
Time passes slowly and fades away.
- Bob Dylan
Copyright 1970 Big Sky Music


White Mustard Seeds The Prince Monk Gautama, known in all the lands of his fathers as possessor of great wisdom and insight, was one day preaching to a gathered congregation of laymen, monks and nobles when from the nearby village a widow came and clasped his feet, weeping piteously. Her name was Kisagotami, and she was clutching a body laid in straw.White Mustard Seeds
My Lord, my Lord, you must help me! Calm, Mother, calm. Please, tell me your distress.
My son, my son is
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