The Zen master walks in his garden, alone. There is no traffic there. There is no shopping there. There are only the flowers.
Frederick LenzI was very dawn to people I loved, to my family, to my father, to my sister, to my brothers.
Frederick LenzThe Zen master walks in his garden, alone. There is no traffic there. There is no shopping there. There are only the flowers.
Frederick LenzI was very dawn to people I loved, to my family, to my father, to my sister, to my brothers.
Frederick Lenz