Nestled on a narrow strip of land between two lakes the house stood on the very shores of both. Trees, mountains and skies reflected in their peaceful crystal waters.
In the morning, the splendour of the rising sun mirrored like liquid gold in the lake to the East. And in the evening the light of the setting sun would move and wreathe like living fire upon the gentle waves of the lake to the West. Indeed, the beauty of that place cannot be described in words, for it was like an amazing fairy tale […]
… and even the storm will pass and, in its final moments, let the Light through to illuminate the strength and majesty of all that has been and that which may yet come…
To speak about the beauty of the sunset is not just a reflection of what I see, but something much more deep. When I experience something wonderful and it really touches my heart, then I feel at one with it. And peace and harmony and beauty suffuse me.
At the same time I feel as if a magical seed of that experience is planted in my soul […]