
wild
the beautiful roses in my garden will always be wild .
When you stop and smell the roses, what do you hear?
the beautiful roses in my garden will always be wild .
When you stop and smell the roses, what do you hear?
"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no one can see you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. ~Rumi~
What is it that awakens your love, kindles your desire to create, and
like the water’s sparkling surface—reflects back to you the artistry of your own soul?
If you know the answer to this question, you have found all that you will forever need.
If not, then rest assured that the light once sought, always find its seeker.
Reunion is the inevitable resolution of quest.