uctp tribal member


A moment of peace listening to the rain falling, fire burning and relaxing back into the silence of my heart. The glows of the candle flames highlighting dancing shadows crossing the walls of my dim lit hut, spirit becomes sensitive to all the night relations and sounds as the smoke of the fire brings comfort blanketing my cold soul, drifting in and out of memories contemplating various thoughtful observations searching to over stand in intricate awareness. In every action there is a reaction.