my ANY old sketch reflect me more than photo of my face. Just compare a look at a puddle with the shot that was made on a roof.
Two:
The eyes in the photo didn't smile, because I was looking towards the sun.
Three:
If you got the above confession, it's no need to explain my love to blog in more detail now.
The flowers wither in a vase, and our spirit do the same if we hide our gratitude for being alive in the twilight of personal rooms. According to the educated: a key is "the application of theory to practice" ...
Did you opened your doors, or still fear to trust your heart and judge according to outward form?
8 comments:
I understand how the puddle reflects your soul; yet, your face does also--just a different aspect of your soul!
Also, your new Header Image for this blog is Glorious!!
Puddles are wonderful - that's a beautiful image...
I never hide my gratitude of life. I'm living every moment I have left to its fullest.
Have a terrific day and week Tomas. :)
I greatly rejoice over your success. The way you live defines your creativity and thus gives us a key to the mystery off attraction of your writings. Thank you for leaving your response
the picture of the leaves and water was gorgeous! Love stopping by to see your work!
Deep! The water and the words ;-) Blog hoppin' by!
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Thanks for these images and thoughts. The internet connects but also disconnects; like living in rooms, we are all simultaneously free from and trapped within our bodies. Humankind has suffered a collective blow to the head, and we are all recovering our wits after a long healing sleep. We are all immortal telempathic beings, and appreciating the collective creation we have wrought is its own reward.
Keep up the Great Work!
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