Dec 25, 2008 00:39
[ she's perched on a bench in the shade of a tree, singing not-quite-loud-enough to disturb anyone, but audible at least if you listen close. ]
Light shines on the heaven,
the earth, the spirit;
Light brings glory and grace.
May it open your eyes to the truth, Shanti,
Shanti.
[ hinamizawa natives might notice that she's 'new' in own. ]
!r3:cycle 1,
sera