do the flowers see last year’s berries and wonder, is this my future?
we only tend to notice the transition when it is dramatic
for new life to grow we must first learn to let go of the life that was
washed by a spring rain the street becomes a canvas painted by the lights
we find happiness when we enjoy the moment we are in right now
something majestic is no match for our wish to get to someplace else
the least impressive part of a structure can be the most important
we can always choose: stand in hatred and darkness or where there is light
winter reminds us just how quickly things can change that we can’t control
we mimic nature when creating a pattern that is most simple
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