Meditating, under the moon.

Fading away under the moon light ❤ So out of place, out of time and out of way. The only light that is remaining after a dark day, so beautifully free at the smiles of those shining stars. Serene and centered, feeling all the emotions that arise in me and all the affection I carry…

The Flower and I .

Another flower picked for it’s beauty , for it’s smell , for it’s uniqueness … Picked to lose and to die . The soul has a garden full of flowers , are yours picked up? Or are they there  standing tall and smiling back to your heart? Is their smell still there reminding you of…