Falls The Sun Tote Bag

Falls The Sun Forgive me. It will not happen again. Now I would like meditate, collect myself, forget: be sheet of oblivion and loneliness. The wind would have been necessary that spreads the scales of autumn with rumor and color. The wind would have been necessary. I speak with humility, with disappointment, gratitude of him who lived from the alms of life. With the sadness of those who search a poor truth to lean on and rest on. The almsgiving was beautiful - beings, dreams, events, love - free gift, because I deserved nothing. And the truth! And the truth! Searched by blows, in beings, hurting them and hurting me; delved into the words; dug deep into the facts -minimal, gigantic, what does it matter: after all, no one knows what is small and what is enormous; big can be called a cherry ('today the cherries fall by themselves', They told me one day, and I know why it was), small can be a mountain, the universe and love. I had forgotten something that had happened. Something I regretted or, perhaps, I was boasting. Something that should have been different. something that was important because it belonged to my life: it was my life. (Forgive me if I consider my life important: It's all I have, what I had; a long time ago, I would have lived it in the dark, without tongue, without ears, without hands, hanging in the void, hopeless.) But it has been erased history (nostalgia) and I have no projects for tomorrow, I don't even think May that tomorrow exist (hope). I walk through the present and I don't live in the present (fullness in pain and joy). I look like an exile who has forgotten even the name of his country, its precise location, the roads, that lead to it. Forgive me that I need Find out its exact location. And when I know where I lost it, I want to offer you my banishment, what it's worth as much as life for me, which is its meaning. And then, sad, but firm, forgive me, I will offer you a life no longer demon or hallucinations.