SPIRITUAL AI

LESSON FROM AN OLD WARRIOR An old man sitting on an old chair said, “Today the wind rustles the terrace of the house, rustles the roof. A pale yellow light, still and intense, glimmered through the leaves. The voices swaying from the edge of the hill. Her soft exhale carried the scent of flowers. Fresh with falling dew. It's the anniversary of the whole country." I just smiled, could only smile and say yes.  An old man sitting on an old chair said, “And under the courtyard windows of this house gleamed greenish light like a tapestry. Group of flowers blooming. Splash of lively fish in the pond. Butterflies flutter the chest.  I just smiled, could only smile and say yes.  An old man sitting on an old chair said, “Oh, that night is so beautiful, the sky is crimson but it is scary. My fingers trembled against the trigger of the old rifle. My chest is the altar of prayer. Beating and numb to say all the prayers and sorrows form. Every word knocks on a sacred promise to