A twirling flower turns each petal into a fan blade. Who knew a symbol of love could be so breezy?
Provide me with an ink, paper, inspiration and place me on the high point on the edge with the sunset and sunrise, and I will make a masterpiece for you.
Being unique - be yourself, only so you'll distinguish yourself out of the ''grey'' and motionless reality. Train positive perception of the surrounding things.
If you don't get disappointed when you raise your expectations; you don't get appointments from where your mind is not!
Open your heart like a beautiful flower, one petal at a time, love, compassion and kindness, to spread the beauty all around you and feel the joy.
In early spring, every petal of tulips sing a song of love and life, dance with joy and happiness to enjoy her short life of dazzling beauty.
Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
I like my things hurried and haunted. Night tea darktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometry petal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.
Inside the flower, within the very structure of its petals, my soul is an element of nature, at one with the blooming Meadow Pinx in the fields on the coast of Marnan.
Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.
The night had darkened to the murky sort where the air hung like descending clouds and the overhead branches made the liquid darkness even more impenetrable.
I dared to dream.......I dared to believe the dream.....I dared to live the dream. I am glad it became real.
Staring at the can clock never influence the appointed time that God has ordained for your manifestation. Hold your peace, but don't shift focus.
Greatness does not approach him who is forever looking down". My eyes are seeing through what the ordinary men call a mirage!
Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world. Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.
Some people are like thorns. But you have to let them be thorns, because thorns can't turn into petals. The trick is not letting them prick you; never let a thorn prick you!
Takes birth in me, also, dies in debris. I am a Potpourri. A mix of dead petals, effusing divine fragrance. Walking on the journey, of controversy. I am a Potpourri.
Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.
It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo.
I wasn’t expecting him to light candles or scatter rose petals. But I just made myself infertile for him, so the least he could’ve done was make the bed.
A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.
