April 11, 2012 by notesfromthelovewars …the knowing… See thru the glass of existence, below the surface of a lake, underneath the rock. Know that the chickadee is as the mustard seed….. small but full of words without words, time that is timeless, smoke that is not fire. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related