the Garden it grows as if there was a plan i go to see it when i can bright as the colours are, it seems they feature greatly in my dreams she sniffs a flower as she passes and smiles, satisfied and confesses how wonderful this whole world seems to be.
Six Photograph Panorama look up into these cool green hills! look again, and see a beautiful mountain just behind (thrown up by ancient megathrust earthquakes) sometimes disasters have upsides. don't panic! rugged rock, broken mountains, shattered crust of planet earth but it is beautiful, whatever events we must live through let's do that too: become beautiful!
Spring Forward imagine a bee, and if you did it right you might imagine a buzzing rapid flight into pink flowers, (advertising food, and nectar) as you crawl about the blossoms... plants have different agendas, but don't understand why bees are needed (it's nothing we have planned) we're just bystanders in the flower game. though it's so beautiful, it's really not the same...
purity in my culture, death in other people's white is all the colours, all at once turned up, very bright. a flower is a flower, and it doesn't care what magical meanings we my wish to impose. so often we don't have the answers, whether we think we do or not
in black and white some subtle colour might be missed. statements without colour may not need all that much nuance. suddenly i saw her hair had lost its colour. just as suddenly, she was so much more. in black and white some subtle colour might be missed.
some flowers, like sunflowers, seem to get our attention. we'll eat the salted seeds. so will many little brown birds, (fresh, unsalted) fulfilling their very modest needs entertaining us easily, because we are so amusable. because they are so worthy. sunflowers too, are worthy. who could deny it? some flowers, like sunflowers, seem to get our attention.
sometimes we expect things will go a certain, very special way. but they seem to have other plans and we have to discover what is really happening. open our eyes and our minds and our hearts to impossibly wonderful adventures. flower buds have a simpler existence, a destiny. and all we have to do is wait, they'll come around, exploding, into something spectacular (sometimes) if we expect it or not
she dances in the sunlight she dances underneath a silver moon and still she dances, pushing back the darkness. she knows we must always try to push darkness back. it returns, like dirt in our rooms that we know we just swept. we must resist and sweep it away, again and again. We can only keep the dark (and dust) out of our lives by periodically pushing it back.
Sheltered shaded, underneath taller plants sheltered from such storms as may arise, we should have such fortune: friends in high places, as we never imagined. we can always consider how beautiful: humility we can also consider just what we should be