Flowers

I am the resplendent shine of a flower, Fiery in crimson joy upon the soil, Scintillating, an ember in cyan, I, never, fade in your world. By Tri N Tran Pics taken at one of my favorite places in South Germany: The “Staudengaertnerei” in Laufen.

Street Life

To-Do-List: Morning Sex, Hugs, Shadow Watching, Smiling, Sunbathing, Roofclimbing, Jumping for Joy, Walking the Dog, Riding My Bike and Vespa, Feeling the Wind in My Hair, Reading Poetry, Tree Climbing, Sleeping Outside, Just Looking, Melancholy, Fishing abundance, Hanging Out the Landry, Taking a Nap, Singing.

A Gift

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why we call it “the present”. (anonymous)  

Sunny Side

Sunny side up. Always. Even if it is dark. Sometimes. Search the light. Your inner healer, your soul, your teacher, within you. Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street. Keep on the sunnyside, enjoy the sweet side of life. http://www.chewingthemoon.com  

Ocean

There is so much magnificence near the ocean, waves are coming in, waves are coming in…

Fullfilment

Hear the butterflies laughing Tasting clouds In the moonlight Without being afraid Discover the night. See. Smell. And listen. Love & Learn.  

Fantástico

Awesome – Mallorcas West Coast. Like Big Sur in CA. Fantástico. This word means in spanish all new and good: Imagination, fabulous, unreal, visionary, great, amazing, spooky, wonderful, brilliant, gorgeous. Big. Spanish is a piece of cake. ¡Fantástico!

Sunset

You are the sunset in my heart before I close my eyes and think of all the good things. I remember the day I met you cause, when the sun goes down the stars come out.

Enough Already

May the long time sun shine upon you, all love surround you and the pure light within you guide your way on.

Harvest Season

One of these gentle humid fall days in the afternoon and my garden looks like peaceful composition, tenderly dying. Fruits are falling, into the dark creamy land, deadhead flowers send their colorful compliments, a late kiss of life, on brown shafts. Cobwebbed. They die of thirst. It seems. Too much rain. Overkill. Nature is fetching … Continue reading

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