I’m looking to flowers , love and poetry ..And indeed the aroma of all !

I’m looking forward to be be using my senses of Spring time !



I have only one major choice within this life . As long as I breathe on my own , as long as I walk on my own, as long as I see on my own , as long as I can feel all I need to feel..I will chose to do it as happy and as grateful as one can be ! I know there are are thorns out there but  I chose not even the thorns will change my decisions in staying alive and happy and mainly grateful !



Some see weed , some see flowers and I see the world in flower , hoping for wish ..


What separates me and you are in these lyrics :

There is a deeper world than this
That you don’t understand
There is a deeper world that this
Tugging at your hand

Every ripple on the ocean
Every leaf on every tree
Every sand dune in the desert
Every power you never see

There is a deeper wave than this
Swelling in the world
There is a deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

Feel it rising in the cities
Feel it sweeping over land
Over borders, over frontiers
Nothing will its power withstand

All the bloodshed, all the anger
All the weapons, all the greed
All the armies, all the missiles
All the symbols of our fear

There is a deeper wave than those
Rising in the world

At the still point of destruction
At the center of the fury
All the angels all the devils
All around us can’t you see

I say love is the seventh wave
But this love you don’t understand


Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
― Pablo Neruda


This is what importance means to me. When something is important, you will find a way! When something is unimportant you will find an excuse..It is how I differentiate between people..But flowers are important!



All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there’s no one for you, But here is one.
Jeff Buckley


The prisoner is not the one who has commited a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over.
Henry Miller

I never understood why most people kill themselves at Blum!Image

Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.one without it, is not daring!

Henry Miller

From my own garden and around the world…I play and create a Tableau …when my mind tells me!