I sought answers to my questions
In old books,
And the stars.
Thoughts even came to rest a while
On the planet known as Mars.
No answers came to greet me
No seeds of wisdom grow
So I entered into silence
And sought them in my soul.
Long ago, in the days of old, in the Nights when Ishtar was Queen of the Silver Hours, we knew how to love. We understood the magic of Nature, and the music of Sky and Earth beat in our blood.
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Thoughts,
How high can the soar,
What depths can they burrow.
Indifferent to the oceans tides,
And the approaching, receding ages,
Thought escapes into infinity in the very act of thinking it.
@JazzJane That is strange unless the manufacturer has changed the actual blend. I had something similar not long ago Jane, but the smell was a little more pleasant — Flowers. 🤗